Old Fashioned Family

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Author: BarelySofi Copyright 2017
Title: Old Fashioned Family II
STORYCODES: Spanking, Public humiliation
Summary: 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 II

The next morning I woke early. I could still feeling my butt burning. As I had my shower, got dressed and made breakfast the rest of the family started waking up.

We all had our breakfast together, as we used to do.  I found it difficult to face Alex, but he seemed to have forgotten what had happened, so, after having our breakfast they got ready for school while I washed the dishes.

We lived in a small village, we three went to the same school, while our older brother attended a nearby college.

The twins, and myself walked to the school. On the way, we usually run into some friends, and this morning was no exception. In the end, we were ten or twelve  walking together to school.

I was doing my best to hide the fact that with each step my butt rubbed my panties, causing me a reminder of yesterday's spanking. I was used to get my butt warmed, but it didn’t made it easier.

In our village spankings were not out of the ordinary, but while my friends had stopped getting them a couple of years ago I was still spanked often. I was sure some were aware of that, and I also knew some of them would notice my bad mood and clumsy walk, but again they avoided  comment.

The rest of the week passed without problem. The kids behaved every day after school, and after a couple of days i was able to sit without difficulty.

Fridays were a special day at our village. Being a small place with everyone knowing each other, families would send kids to neighbors' houses. Sometimes they'd sleep over and the families took turns to care for them. On the average, we had lots of visiting kids at our house one time each month and a half - and that was trouble. But we had 5 more Fridays without the twins, so I considered that a good deal, since these were the only days I was able to spend time alone at home.

A couple of weeks later, on a Friday, a group was walking home made up of a dozen or so kids, and 2 of my friends.

My friends  were not planning to stay too long at my house, but would help me manage the kids for a couple of hours.

My friends were helping me with the snacks as some of the kids played in the yard and some  inside. I was doing the best job I could, supervising as I moved in and out of the house and  serving drinks and snacks.

On one of my trips to the yard I saw the boys there starting a dare game. Marc was the  proposing it, and the kids began to make dares. I went inside again for more drinks, and when I went back outside I could see my brother Marc, with a stone on his hand while another kid was standing in front of him. I could recognize the scene, they’d recently seen the film Braveheart, and they wanted to recreate one the the scenes, the one where they throw stones at another.

I shouted at them to stop, and I knew they heard because they turned toward to me. But Marc, instead of stopping, threw a stone. My heart skipped a beat; I could view the scene as if in slow motion as the stone missed the other boy my a hair.

In a rage, without thinking about it, I walked over to my brother, grabbed him by his arm and swatted his butt with all my strengh and anger.

The rest of the boys became silent while Marc began to cry and ran in to his room. My friends had heard me shout and arived on the scene. They told me that I did right, it was a dangerous game, and since the kids had ignored me while I was in charge the swats were the right thing to do. I felt better.

Later I tried to talk with my brother, but he yelled at me, so I left to take care of the other boys.

Later, once my dad arrived home, I thanked my friends for helping and they left.

After a time my dad asked me where Marc was. I explained what happened, I could see in his  eyes he was not happy, but he left without a word and went to talk with him.

All the kids were now watching a movie, we had already ordered pizza from a nearby restaurant. I walked into the kitchen to do some cleaning before dinnertime.

In a while, my dad and Marc walked into the kitchen. I didn’t know what was to happen,  but just seeing my brother’s face, with something like an evil smile , was sufficient to know I was in trouble.

Alex was with them, too, but as they'd not said anything I kept washing dishes. Finally my dad began:
 
“Sofia, come here, and  repeat for me what happened before.”

I stopped washing, my legs trembled a little, but I managed to wipe my hands and walk over in front of them. I explained for a second time what happened. I could feel their gaze judging me as I talked, and by the time I’d finished some of the other kids had walked into the kitchen.

My dad was always serious, his idea of humor was a few chauvinist jokes he knew, but he had a special face for these situations, his eyes staring into mine and I'd feel I was being judged. I started explaning with a strong voice, but as I went on I lowered it, began to tremble alittle, and ended with mumbling that was sounding like nonsense.

As I finished, I had to wait, feeling all eyes on me, and even worse, feeling dad’s eyes.

“So, you spanked Marc in front of his friends? Did I ever spank you in front of yours?”

I shivered again, shook my head and tried to make excuses.

“I.. It was not a spanking, I mean, I just gave him a few swats, I.. I didn’t think that would be a problem, I mean, I told them to stop, and that was dangerous.”

Again the waiting with my sense of time passing different from everyone else assembled.

“Sofia, bring the chair here, and get ready to be spanked.”

I looked at him, and then at the crowd, I blushed just at the thought, and deeply hoped for an earthquake or anything else that would stop the madness. I felt tears falling from my eyes; I had learned not to argue with dad’s decisions, but that time I could not avoid it.

“B..but… that’s not fair…. what I was supposed to do? Please, can’t you let it go until tomorrow, or.. do it privately?”

 I was there, arguing and begging, my voice already trembling, feeling the tears while looking around for any help,  and I heard my dad raise his voice.

“Enough! You’ve already deserved a hand spanking, and the belt, not it’s your choice to accept it or not, If you don’t you’ll make things even worse. You, little lady, humiliated your brother in front of his friends, you spanked him without any right to do it, so now, you’ll get the same treatment! And if you don’t bring the chair and the stool here right now, and I can see your bare bottom before I have time for a second thought, I can tell you that you won’t be bare only from the waist down.”

I knew him very well, and if something was true about him it was that he always kept his word.  I bit my lip and silently got for the chair, placing it at the center of the kitchen, then moved back to fetch the hated long stool. The silence on the room spoke volumes. I did my best to avoid everyone's eyes, wiping my tears one after another, knowing what was about to happen.

I thought to again try to explain that I gave my brother only a few swats over his clothing,  that I found what was about to happen totally unfair, but I didn’t say a word as I knew if I talked again, I would have to face a public spanking without any clothes.

So I positioned the chair and the stool, put myself in the middle, and closeing my eyes took off my shoes and silently pulled down my shorts and panties in front of my family and the crowd of kids. Even with my eyes closed I could feel their gaze, and I covered myself the best I could.

When I finally opened my eyes I saw Marc sitting on the chair, and I knew that I was again to be spanked by one of my little brothers. I should have known that each time some new way to punish occurred, it was repeated often, and usually became a tradition.

That time I promised myself to not cry, silly thing, I always cried, and I’d already cried a few minutes ago, but that was for indignation. I put myself over my brother’s lap, and felt my dad hold me tight again. I clenched my teeth, and tried to ignore the kids gathered round. They had come closer, placing themselves in a circle around me, ready for the show.

I felt the first swats, and thought he was teasing me, I was sure he was enjoying spanking his big  sister in front of his friends. He would become a hero with his firends, and he took his time, first light, fast swats, then slowly each one harder than the last, one cheek, then the other.

I kept my eyes closed, my teeth clenched tightly, feeling my butt getting warmed. Then Marc  stopped, and then spanks again began to fall, harder this time, slowly, giving me time to feel the full effect of each before the next. I tried to struggle, and felt my dad’s hands holding me tight as my nose beagn to run. Then, as I started to sob, my brother suddenly stopped.

I thought he had finished, but then he spanked me further. This time I could tell he put all his spirit on each one of his swats, and I whined and cried, quietly at first, but soon began to do so  loudly as any pride I'd held onto was gone. I wiggled, kicked, creid, and whined in the crowded but at same time silent kitchen, hearing the repetitive sound of the smacks over my burning cheeks.

I tried to look at dad, begging him to stop it, but he ignored me. By the time Marc had stopped I  was feeling small and helpless, a sobbing and snorting girl over his lap.

“Ok Sofia, I think that’s enough,” said Marc.

And I could only mumble a sincere “thank you,” really relieved, while I felt my dad release me, and I did my silly dance in front of a bunch of kids. I was not worried about being naked from waist down, at that time all I could think of was my butt. I knew that the worst part was still to come, the belt, but I was in too much pain to clearly focus on what was ahead.

I was given time to recover, and then was told to apologize, first to Marc, for smacking him in public, then, to shame me further, to the kids, for making them to watch such a pitiful show.

And I apologized, again conscious of my exposed situation, and tried to cover my intimate area the best I could. I apologized to my little brother - still sitting with a wide smile on his face - for humiliating him in front of his friends. Then I faced his friends, a whole bunch of kids, who had just watched me cry, beg, and do a dance of shame.

I apologized to them for the show they’d watched. I did this even knowing they had no problem with what they'd witnessed.

Then my dad sent me to the corner, and made me to wait there. Once he was back with the pizzas I’d get the belt, or not, depending on my attitude while he was out.

So, I had to wait again, exposing my burning butt to anyone who wanted to look. Slowly the silence moved to whispers, and then laughs while I stood there, wishing it were over.

I even had to stand still while I felt one hand on my exposed butt. I wanted to send them to Hell,  but I was too scared of the belt, so I kept silent and still, feeling that hand, then another one, and another. Fortunately they soon satisfied their curiosity and left me in the corner, though a few came back to have a last look at an older teen’s bottom sore and exposed.

Finally dad came back, and after asking my brothers how I had been I was allowed to put my clothes back on. I did it feeling my cotton panties hurting my sore and damaged skin.

We had dinner together, and finally, after washing the dishes my dad allowed me to go to my room. I closed the door and cried again, in shame and in pain, then again put on my headphones to stop hearing the kids downstairs. Exhausted emotionally and physically, I soon fell asleep.

[end of Part 2]

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