Old Fashioned Family
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Author: BarelySofi Copyright 2017
Title: Old Fashioned Family I
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.
Chapter I
And there I
was, waiting -
waiting is always the worst, I hated hearing them talking, yelling and
hushing while I was in my room waiting, waiting for what? Waiting for
them, awaiting their decision, awaiting my punishment. They never asked
for my version, they did not let me explain, no, they just talked,
judged and applied the punishment. My only options were to accept it as
expected, or to make a fuss, yell, cry, tell them it was unfair. But
once I finished protesting I'd still have to take the punishment, and
the extra for not accepting.
My name's Sofia, 17 years old now,
I live at home, along with my father, the younger twin boys, Marc and
Alex, they are 14 years old and then our older brother David he's 20
years old, he goes to highschool, so is not often at home. My Mom? well
I'd prefer not to talk about her at this moment, she left us a few
years ago. Well, now that you know me, you probably wonder what I've
done to be punished.
On this occasion I was in charge of the
boys, dad was still working and David was out with friends. We were
watching TV and they suddenly began to fight, running one after
another, both crying and laughing. I tried to stop them, yelled to
stop, but they ignored me, so finally in frustration I put on my
headphones and started to listen my music. I suddenly found Marc in
front of me, crying. I took off my headphones, and could see him
pointing at the other twin, on the floor, also crying and with blood on
his forehead. I ran to him and told Marc to call our neighbour Ana, a
nurse, while I tried my best to check the wound.
Once Ana came,
the situation improved. She examined my brother, and said it was
nothing serious. She put a plaster on the wound and comforted him. Then
she stayed with us until dad came back home.
She explained to
him what happened, and assured him that it was a small wound, nothing
serious. After dad thanked her and Ana left our house, I could feel 6
eyes on me as soon as the door closed. Dad sent me to my room, and
well, as I said, the waiting is the worst.
After some time Alex came for me. “Sofia, we're ready,” he said.
So
I followed him, and I saw the family. Marc, with his little plaster on
his head, dad, with his serious look and Alex, who just walked next to
them, I was standing there, in the kitchen, while they stared at me for
an eternity, then my dad started to talk.
“Sofia, I hope you
agree that we have been lucky, fortunately this was just a small wound,
but you will also agree that could be much worse. Due your lack of
attention, Marc could have been severely injured.”
Then he
looked at me, even knowing that there was not a question, I knew he was
expecting an answer, so I nodded silently accepting the blame and
looked down.
“OK then, bring the chair and get ready.”
Silently
I walked to the chair and moved it at the center of the kitchen, then
silently pulled my pants down, along with my panties and waited in
place, covering my "shame" with both hands. I looked at dad surprised
when I saw my brother Alex, sitting on the chair instead of dad, I even
thought about arguing, but again, dad's face did not allowed any doubt,
Marc got hurt for my lack of attention, so Alex should be the one
applying the punishment, no need to ask, that was the way things worked.
My
face flushed red, half shame half hatred, just knowing that I was about
to be spanked by one of my younger brothers, I looked at him, and I’m
pretty sure I saw an smile on his face, but silently stepped
to
his side and put myself over his lap, The scene could not be more
ridiculous, I was taller than him, so I had to make an effort to keep
myself there.
That time I started crying even before I felt the
first smack on my bottom, from the humiliation. Then finally he
started, he had already seen dad spanking me a lot of times so he knew
how to do it, the speed, the cadence, the stops. One after another I
felt that little hand smacking each one of my cheeks, at first without
any effect, but he was young and full of energy, so what he lacked in
strength he had in endurance. It took a while, but finally I was crying
and sobbing due to pain. I even kicked, yes, even knowing that kicking
and struggling only made things worse, and my dad helped him
to
hold me tightly in place.
I can’t tell how long I was there, but
when he finished I stopped crying new tears, and was just sobbing and
snorting, my butt burning like hell, burning enough to make me forget
who had spanked me.
When they finally released me, I started
jumping and rubbing my bum, with my only wish to get to the bathroom
and apply something. Instead, dad, told me to get the stool.
Then
I started to cry, crying like a little girl, crying like a desperate
girl, I already knew the meaning of the stool, the stool meant the
belt. I begged him, I begged them all, but again dad’s face didn’t gave
any options, so I wiped my tears and walked over to get the stool, a
long and short stool, placing it in front of the chair, while I saw
Marc coming back to dad with the belt.
They never told me how
many swats I was about to get, so I knew what I had to do, placing
myself in front, one leg at each side of the stool, so my bottom was
fully exposed for the belt. I bent over, elbows on the chair seat.
I
closed my eyes and heard the belt swinging, and then the
usual
feeling, first the gasp, the impression, unable to breathe for a while,
and then after some seconds the pain reaches the brain. I screamed; in
time, you breathe again, grit your teeth, close your eyes, and again,
gasp, stop breathing, pain, scream, that day I went through the stages
8 times, I did not cry, but screamed like hell. At last, I
heard
the words I’d been waiting for.
“Sofia, you may stand and apologize to your brothers, then you’ll stay
in the corner until dinner.”
I
stood up, and had to apologize to my brothers, one by one. “Please, I'm
sorry for neglecting you while I was in charge, and I’m really sorry
you got hurt."
They smiled and nodded, and then I walked to the
corner, in the living room, and waited there, naked from the waist
down, until dinnertime, well a bit before, since I was the one who had
to cook. When dad released me I walked to my room to put on something
more comfortable and went to make dinner.
It wasn't until after
dinner and after I washed the dishes when I had time to go to the
bathroom and apply something to relieve my burning butt.
I
went to my room and and listened music until I felt asleep. The next
morning I learned that the twins were punished with no TV until Friday.
(End of 1st Chapter)
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