Old Fashioned Family

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Author: BarelySofi Copyright 2017
Title: Old Fashioned Family Final Part
STORYCODES: Spanking, Public humiliation
Summary: A teen girl, living in a male chauvinist environment along with her family, her father, older brother and two younger twins, they all live in a small village, where spankings are common, but while her friends stopped getting them since they grew old, she is still getting them.

Final Chapter

I had a hard time at school for a few weeks, like I said, the Lopez Brothers never told anyone about that time, at least I never knew about it, but that didn’t stop them from teasing me.

They loved to remind the whole thing giving me swats on my butt at any chance they had, so I learned to avoid being alone with them at all costs, but there were times where that was impossible. Especially at home, they were good friends of my brothers, so, they visited us a lot,

The twins rule about not closing my room’s door was still in place, so the Lopez used to step inside with any excuse, and then leave, I wasn’t sure if they did in order to catch me doing something wrong, just trying to see me while I was changing, or just to tease me.

And about the twins, well, they had more chances to punish me, one day, just after school, I was horribly tired, so once I stepped home, went to my room, took off my school uniform and ran to have a shower.

I could hear them knocking the door. Since I didn’t want more trouble for taking too long showers, I shortened it, I wrapped myself in a towel and went to my room.

I was about letting them know that the bath was free when I saw Marc in my room.

“Laia, what’s this?” He said, while pointing to my bed, there, I could see my uniform, thrown over the bed.

Wanting to avoid trouble, I ran and started to carefully keep it in my closet, when I felt his hand on my wrist.

“Sorry Marc, It was just a moment, I really needed a shower,” I said I was used to apologizing for a lot of silly things, so, the excuse just came out of my mouth without thinking.

“I know, but, you know that dad works hard to pay for our clothes, so do you think is fair that you don’t take care of your clothes?” he asked, and at that same point I knew I was in trouble, so I adopted my submissive attitude, lowering my head.

Then I noticed the ridiculous of the whole situation, I was there, in my room, wearing a towel, with my undies on my hand and trying to apologize to my brother for a matter that I really didn’t though worthed that reactions.

“No, I’m sorry Marc, please let me put my clothes in place, ok?”

After a few seconds, he shook her head.

“Come with me Sofi” Then, without releasing my wrist he walked to the kitchen somehow dragging me along with him. That time my towel didn’t fall.

Once in the kitchen, without a word he unwrapped my towel, and took it from me, slowly folded it and placed over one of the chairs. “wait here” he said, and then he went to his room.

I could hear him talking, while I waited there, naked and still with my undies on my hand, I folded them and put over the towel, then, and after a while, I could see him, along with Alex coming down.

“Bring me the skimmer, and get ready Sofi, we will take care of your lack of care for your clothes.”

And again, I did it, the skimmer was on one of the kitchen shelves, Marc loved that tool, and I’m sure he enjoyed making me clean it after each use, silently, knowing that any arguing would only make things worst I walked towards Marc, then, turned myself, and bent over, grabbing my ankles with my hands.

I was already used to that position, but Marc used to force the position more and more until I was forced to move my legs apart, so, I learned to just do it, to avoid forcing the position.

He took his time, I could see Alex, watching everything silently, I knew he didn’t enjoy that, maybe at first he did, but not now, but Marc was his twin, one day I tried to talk with him, to tell him to stop his brother, but instead of doing it he took the skimmer and did his part. I didn’t want to punish me, but he neither wanted any trouble.

So I waited, clenching my teeth, and Marc started to cook my butt, after the teen first swats, he told me to stand.

“Why are you being punished Sofi?”

“For not being careful with my school uniform, Marc,” I said, a bit surprised, he didn’t stop the punishment often.

“Sofi, Do you think you deserve to be punished?” He asked again , and I took a while, I knew the answer he wanted, but, my rebel instinct made me shake my head.

“Go back to your position”, I noticed my mistake and started to tell that yes, I deserved that punishment and his eyes didn’t give me more options, than bending over. I just have missed the chance of a light spanking for my damn pride.

And during the next 20 swats I cried and blamed myself for not saying what he expected, then, he told me to stand again.

When I stood up, I rubbed my butt, the shame I felt the first times had disappeared, I didn’t mind at all being naked, waist down, or like that time fully naked in front of my younger brothers. I just wanted to finish it and go back to my room.

“Why are you being punished?” He asked again, and again I did my part.

“For not taking enough care with my school uniform”

“Do you deserve this punishment?” And that time I was fast. I nodded “Yes, I deserve it”

So that’s it! I thought to myself, I just said what he wanted, so we’ve finished.

“Go back to your position” I looked at him astonished, still with tears in my eyes. “B..but.. I said I deserve it, I thought that was what I had to say”, first time in a long time I felt confused, I didn’t know what to say, or what to do, but worst of all, I had no clue about what to expect.

“Yes, you did, and since you admit you deserve it, I’ll do it.” He said, I cried loud, I felt tricked, If I say I deserve it, then I’m getting more, but If I say I don’t, I’m getting it anyways.

Silently I bent over again grabbing my ankles and trying to think about it.

I kept a silent counting, 10 more swats, before repeating the scene.

After 40 skimmer swats my butt was already tender, burning as hell, and I had trouble to keep thinking, so when he asked, I repeated the same answers I gave the last time.

Then again, he told me to go back to my position, and I did.

Finally, I had to confess my faults 6 times, and I had told that I deserved that about 5 times,  the last times had to repeat a couple of times since my voice was trembling too much. M

My butt was hurting as hell, he cooked my tights a few times, and my sit points some more, the count was difficult, but I got probably about 80 smacks with the skimmer before Marc sent me to the corner.

And I had to stay there until Dad came back, I was already terrified, scared only on the thought that dad would give me the belt again.

I had to wait there, naked in the corner, while they talked, then I had to go with them to my room, where dad could see my school uniform over the bed.

Then I put it in my closet, with all of them watching each one of my movements, finally, Dad agreed that I had to stay in the corner until dinner time.

Again, they ordered some food, I blushed deep red once the delivery guy did his job, fortunately, I was in the kitchen, so he could never see me, but only the thought of being naked, still with my butt red as hell, while an unknown guy was on our door, was enough to give me a hard time.

After that, I was allowed to put panties and shirt, since I didn’t know how to take care of my clothes, I would not wear them for the rest of the day, and I had to feel thankful since they let me wear something.

After dinning, and I must tell it wasn’t an easy time, still feeling my butt burning, over the chair, I had to wash the dishes, and of course the skimmer, Finally, once everything was clean I was sent to my room.

From that day, Marc started to apply my punishments fully naked, he would say that it was a part of the punishment, some added shame to the pain would help me to behave, David, our older brother took that as a habit.

If I had the hope that David would change his mind and manners while interacting with other people out of the home, he did not. He was the hand kind, he never used implements, just his hands, so the few days he was at home, he was in charge of all of us.

Alex, well the time he had to punish me, he just did bare from the waist down, so as you can guess, I had to learn a few routines, one or two for each one of them.

For those who are asking why you didn’t leave the house, well a few reasons, I hadn’t finished my studies, I didn’t have any job, or way to get one, our village was really small, and I really didn’t have anyone to rely enough,  I had the idea to leave once I finished my school, about one more year If I managed to keep with my good grades.

After a few weeks, I screwed everything, a bad week, a bad mood, and also, I was on “those days”, the day before I got my butt cooked by the skimmer, then I didn’t make my homework, since I was too sensitive to sit and do them, so, well, at school I got a note from my dad.

My dad was out of home for a week, the twins got friends at home almost each day, luckily they left before going to sleep, so at least the punishments were made in the privacy.

I knew I should not have hide the note, I also knew that not taking it back to school next day would have undesirable effects, but I hated the idea of being punished for school matter by my younger brothers.

Yes.. I know, I was used to be punished, but one thing is being punished by things that happen at home, one different was to be punished by things that happened at school, that, would be like recognizing them as my tutors, and I would never do that.

Even knowing that I have a hard spanking over my butt, I was happy that day, It was outdoor cinema day, so, the kids would go there, while I’d stay at home alone.

Some months ago I’d have to go with them, but not anymore, they were grownups for my dad, so they could go there alone.

The only thought of staying at home, alone, and without chances of being punished for some questionable matter was enough to raise my mood.

So, the next day, after school I went to my room, I heard the phone, but since the kids were with their friends, I didn’t move, I just thought it was dad, and he would not talk to me either way, so why bothering.

I watched the door opening, and my two brothers appeared.

“The school principal wants to talk with you,” Marc told, it took me a few seconds to know about it, finally I stood up, and walked to the phone.

I had to tell him that our dad was in a travel, he didn’t sound happy, and he told me that he was expecting him to call the school the following day.

Once I hook the phone, I saw the twins, looking at me.

“To your room, now!” Marc said I walked to my room, not sure about what to expect, well, a spanking, of course, but that was somehow new.

Once in my room, Marc asked me for the note, then he made me strip naked and wait for them, they would talk to dad about all of it. I told them that the principal was waiting for dad to call him. They already knew it, they talked with the principal, and he just talked to me to confirm their version.

Yes, maybe at home they were in control, but outside home, I was the adult there, so at least some people still asked for my version and were more inclined to trust me than then.

I took off my clothes, and waited in my room, then after a while, someone opened the door, when I noticed that weren’t the twins but the “Lopez brothers” I shouted, ran to the door while tried to cover myself, and just slammed it with a few words I better not repeat.

The kids were taking a lot, so I walked next to the door, opening it just a little to try hearing them, It didn’t sound well at all. They were arguing about something, and they were not feeling ok with dad’s words, I could tell because at that moment they sounded like little brats.

I heard the steps, and the door opening, they were unhappy.

“You’re screwed, grounded for a month, and we can’t go anywhere without you until dad comes back!” Marc said, and then they moved out, leaving me naked, and alone in my room.

I didn’t know what to do, but I was sure that staying naked with my door wide open was not a good idea, so I closed it a little, and place myself in a blind point.

That means no cinema for them, and no relaxing night at all, I thought and sighed.

I heard voices, and the door opening and closing a couple of times, the rest of the kids would go to the cinema without the twins.

They came over to me again, and I could feel their eyes, this time not only Marc was angry, but Alex was also.

“Why did you moved, Sofia?” What the hell, I thought, wasn’t it obvious?, the kids were all around the house, the Lopez had already walked to my room, so I was hiding., and I tried to explain that to them.

“Your friends, they were at home, and I didn’t want them to see… “*I looked down, and started lowering my voice again, I already knew that I could not tell anything to convince them, so finally, I stopped with a mumbling “sorry”.

“Go for the skimmer and come back.” He said, and I thought about trying to say something else, but finally, knowing there was no chance to avoid it, I walked to the kitchen, took the skimmer and walked back.

“Lie down on the bed, face up” That surprised me, but I did, finding a new excruciating experience, one thing is to be naked over someone’s lap, or even bending over, but over one’s own bed? that made all the think too intimate.

Alex took my arms, pulling them over my head, then he sat over them, then Marc helped me with the legs, bending them firmly until Alex could hold them tight.

I let go a whimper, feeling my legs a bit forced into position, but they didn’t stop, and after a minute I found myself, unable to move, unable to struggle, with my butt and privates fully exposed over the bed’s edge.

Feeling so exposed was obviously a problem, but having my two brothers mad with me, with a skimmer and with all the power they needed was something to worry about.

“That’s for the note, and for hiding it from us,” Marc said, and right away, he started to apply the skimmer hard and fast over my butt, my already tender butt after being spanked two more times during the last 5 days.

The position, the shame, my legs hurting, and my already tender butt were enough for me to start crying while I’d only got seven or eight smacks.

I tried to struggle, but each time I tried Marc gave a few swats over my tender tights, I stopped breathing and yelled as hell when one of those swats reached the exposed area between them. I felt paralized and unable to breathe for a few seconds, I don’t know if they had noticed, or if Marc did it on purpose, but after that, I fully surrendered, stopped struggling, and cried until I had no more tears.

I looked Marc’s face, I could see he had not had enough yet, he did a pause, to recover his own breathing. I had already got about 50 smacks, each one hard enough to be noticed on it’s own.

I started begging them, asking to stop, I couldn’t see my butt, but I was sure that would be in a similar status than after one of our dad’s worst belting sessions.

“That’s for moving yourself, for closing the door and for slamming it”

He started again, focusing on my tights, one over each one, and then slowly moving down, reaching my sit’s spots and a bit further.

I had stopped struggling a long while ago, and without more tears, my eyes were dry and stung, also I was unable to rub them since Alex had my arms beneath him. So I closed my eyes  and kept my teeth clenched, I had already bitten my lips, and I didn’t want to repeat, unable to escape I resigned myself, sobbing and snorting with each smack.
Finally, he stopped again, and I thought with a relief that it was the end.

I opened my eyes, just when he started talking again, It took me a while to notice, but we were not alone in the room, I could see 4 more figures, I didn’t know since when they were there, I struggled again, I yelled, I cried in shame.I begged them to stop, but another smack on my more tender area between my tights was enough to submit again.
“And this is for making us miss the cinema”

I opened my eyes wide, and I could see Marc handling the skimmer to one of the boys, I recognized him as Alberto, the older one of the Lopez brothers, he had finally managed to spank me by himself, I slowly watched the others, all of them watching me silently, while I was unable to move or cover me, with my butt hurting as never before.

I knew all of them, I’d taken care of some when they were younger, I had seen them growing, their birthday parties, and now, I was there, in that shameful position.

Alberto started to work with the skimmer, first weakly, but I had my butt so sore that even those made me cry again, slowly he increased, that time I kept my eyes open, still unable to believe the whole situation, finally, he stopped, and I could hear my brother.

“What do you have to say?” The question misplaced me, and I started to beg again, and he started to swat me again, I don’t know how many times, probably about 5 before he stopped again, and Marc repeated the question.

“What do you have to say?”, I talked finding it really hard since I had my mouth and nose congestionated, “S.. sorry?” I asked, and I got another smack if I had paid attention I could probably see Marc and Alberto looking to each other, making signals between them.

“Sorry, for?” Marc Asked again, I started to know their game, so I tried again, wishing to end with all of it the fastest I could.

“S. sorry for being the cause so you can’t go to the cinema”, I managed to say, between snorts and pouts, then I felt more smacks over my butt, about 10 or so before he stopped again.

“What do you say with someone had taken care for your discipline.? Again I thought with a relief that everything had ended, probably I kept inside my mind too much time, so I felt a swat requesting attention.

“T.. thank you… I mumbled” and I got another two swats.

“Thank you, to who?” Mark Asked. I wanted to finish, I was too exhausted to fight, any pride I could have before today had already gone, so I, again submitted, looking at Alberto.

“Thank you. Alberto”, but again another smack, just once I stopped talking

“Thank you for what?”, My mind was crazy, I had a terrible headache, was difficult even to know what they were expecting, I got another attention swat, and I tried again

“Thank you for spanking me, Alberto”. And I hated him, I saw his eyes, smiling condescend.

“You’re welcome Sofia, anytime” and he gave me another swat, I was about trying to stand when I saw him handing the skimmer to his brother.

I would have cried, if I keep any strength, I’d have begged if my throat were not too painful due the crying, and I would have fought If I had thought I had any chance.

I felt a swat, and a question.
“What do you have to say?”

“T.. thank you, Javier, for spanking me”, I said, without any will, then I felt 5 smacks, weak ones, but again cried.

“Not yet Sof, what do you have to say?” Again took me a while, but I answered before getting any attention swat,

“S… Sorry for making you miss the movie”

And then the smacks started falling again over my butt, unable to keep any count I just waited for them to stop.

“And?” Marc Asked again.

Thank you for spanking me, Javier.” And I could see the skimmer handled to the next one.

I will shorten that, they played that game four more times, the two other boys, then Marc, and finally Alex, who switched place with Alberto.

Maybe in another situation, I would feel lucky since some of the kids really left, but at that time I didn’t felt any lucky.

 By the time I was released, I didn’t move, my legs hurt, my butt also did, the same with my eyes and jaw, I felt miserable. I could feel my torturer’s eyes all over me. They gave me a few minutes, then told me to stand in my room, in front of the door and the skimmer next to me.

Then they went to the living room, I got some more swats during the rest of the evening, especially the Lopez brothers, they enjoyed coming, giving me a swat and making me thank them for it. I did it, each one for the times.

Finally, the twin’s friends left the house, and I was allowed to sleep, I didn’t have dinner that night, and I don’t think the twins did.

I could say that after that they things changed, but they didn't, instead, the situation gone worst, I got more spankings that I can remember, without the right of getting them in private, I got used to getting them in front of anyone present. That was, until some months later.

The school had been trying to avoid the subject, but as the boys talked more on more, it reached a moment where ignoring it wasn't an option.

I was called to the principal office, he wasn’t alone, also the school nurse was there, I had to explain what happened, I felt like in interrogatory, finally, I had to let the nurse explore me, and well, my butt could be easily used as a proof.

All the boys who had witnessed something, were called, one by one, and asked, their parents were informed, and finally, the school contacted our dad, and our aunts, they would take care of us until he came back.

For me that was a big relief, the twins started to go to the therapist, as I did, I was also allowed to stay with my aunts. I finished my studies at a nearby town’s school, it was too hard for me to go to a school where anyone knew what had happened to me.
For a few years, no one wanted to let their kids get near my father, the twins or even Dave, so I can tell that life became hard for them all, somehow ostracized.

My dad was investigated, finally, he had also to do therapy and hours of social work, I know that can be a little thing, but since no serious beatings were declared and no sexual abuse involved, they only found him guilty from, abuse of power.

About me, well, It took some time to trust men again, I had my lesbian time, my aunt, told me a few years later that that almost killed my father, having a lesbian on his family, at sight of everybody in the small village, that was too much for him.

I left the village, and studied economics, the twins also left, for different reasons, a few years later I started to talk with them again, therapy had worked, they knew that what they had done was really bad, apologized to me, we still keep contact, but not often, too many things between us to be forget.

Four years ago dad died, he did it alone, too old to run out of the village, he never got another woman, and I never allowed him to meet our kids, I know my brothers went to the hospital but I skipped that part, I went to his funeral, along with my new family.

Family? yes! I have an awesome husband, and two kids, no twins, the twin gene jumped over me, so we got one boy and one girl, both of them awesome and cute as hell.

The question, do I spank them, yes, when needed. They’re good kids, so those are really uncommon, maybe three times in all their lifetime. I do it always by hand, and over their trunks. Then I comfort and hug them, making sure they understand why they got it, I think that helps.

And I’m here, it’s been a while since I remembered that dark part of my life, the kids are at one’s of their friends birthday party, and we have some hours to spend, time enough.

I’m over my hubby’s lap, panties down to my knees, but this time I’m not scared, I’m not in shame, I’m smiling, smiling wide, so wide that at some point I started laughing.

“What happens dear?” he asks, with a playful smack on my left cheek.

“Nothing, just thinking, come on! we don’t have all the day!” I wiggled my butt, and smiled again, this time looking up, to the sky, and then down, to the floor.

“Ready?” He says, caressing my butt.

“Go for it!”  I wiggled again, this time looking up, to the sky, and then down, to the floor.

Wherever you are, look at me dad, watch me enjoying, using your discipline tool for my pleasure, I hope you can see this, and then watch me enjoying, enjoying the love of a fair relationship you never felt, enjoying my life, and enjoying one of the best sex sessions in my life.

End

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