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Angela looked around her room at all her lovely things.  A closet full 
of clothes, old favorite toys and stuffed animals including her faithful 
friend Sam.  He was a well loved and much cuddled tiger.  On many 
occasions he was her confidant and listened to all her troubles.  His 
fluffy fur had absorbed innumerable tears and that was his job today.  
He heard her describe how it seemed like such a good idea to drive to 
the hamburger stand to be with her friends when she should have been 
doing research for her homework at the library.  It was that idiot who 
rammed into her car in the parking lot who really should be the one 
waiting to be punished, not her.

Sam listened sympathetically but if he could speak he would remind 
Angela that Mom wasn't upset about the dent in the car as much as 
Angela's disobedience.  She knew she wasn't supposed to drive anywhere 
except on approved errands and her side trip to the hamburger stand did 
not fall into that category.  In her own way, Angela understood this 
also but she never would've gotten caught if that fool hadn't driven 
into the back of Angela's car.  Now it was too late.  She almost had to 
laugh at her mental image of the other driver rear ending her.  Of more 
concern was the way her mother was going to perform a similar action.  
She wouldn't leave any dents although that more due to the resiliency of 
Angela's hind quarters than a lack of effort on her mother's part.  The 
car only got bumped by a couple thousand pounds of steel which didn't 
even compare to her mom's hairbrush.

Fresh tears appeared when she told Sam, "It's even worse then that.  
It's going to happen in the living room which means my brothers are 
going to be there.  Why doesn't she spank me up here?  Why does she have 
to do it in front of them?  I can't do anything about the spanking but 
I'm not going to be naked in front of Kevin and Michael, especially 
Kevin.  I don't care what they tell me to do, I'm not going to stand 
there without my shirt and bra.  I'm entitled to that much consideration 
but that wouldn't have been a problem if she had dealt with me when we 
got home.  That's a good question.  I knew I was going to get spanked 
from the moment the accident occurred and so why didn't she just do it 
last night and get it over with?  Do you have any idea what it was like 
to go to school today when all I could think of was what was waiting for 
me tonight?  Of course you don't, you're just a tiger and don't get 
spanked.  Well, let me tell you, I think its rotten.  Is it really that 
important for my brothers to be the room when I get spanked?  Mom says 
it's good for them to see that their big sister is not immune to getting 
punished the way they do.  Who cares about them?  How about my 
feelings?"

Those questions should've gone unanswered.  They would've if Sam had 
been the only one to hear them but Angela was so absorbed in her own 
self-pity she didn't realize she was no longer alone.

"I care about your feelings very much but I care about your behavior 
even more."

Angela jumped up.  "I'm sorry Mom.  I didn't hear you come in."

The older woman smiled and wrapped her daughter in her arms.  "I 
understand how you feel sweetheart.  It's not easy growing up.  You're 
at the age where you're so close to being an adult but you still have a 
way to go.  I love you very much and that's why I have to help you learn 
responsibility."

Angela felt comfort in her mother's hug and said, "I know.  And I know 
you spank me because you love me.  I don't always appreciate it during 
the process but in a way I'm glad you care enough about us to do it."

That little speech almost brought tears to the woman's eyes.  She didn't 
enjoy punishing her children but it was her responsibility and it helped 
to hear that Angela understood it also.  She spoke quietly.  "I think 
you're entitled to some answers to the questions you asked Sam.  First, 
I was too angry last night to spank you.  It would've been me taking out 
my rage and that's not the way anyone should be punished."

Angela felt comfort in her mother's arms and said, "Thank you.  I know 
what I did was wrong and I should be spanked.  I guess I should be 
grateful you didn't do it last night."

Her mother asked, "Do you think it would have been worse?"

Angela nodded and her mother chuckled.  "You still don't understand.  If 
I punish you when I'm angry I don't have a chance to think about what's 
best for you.  I'm afraid you're in for a lot more than I would've given 
you last night.  A punishment should be something meaningful.  That's 
why I decided on the living room.   The accident wasn't your fault but 
if you had been where you were supposed to be it wouldn't have happened.  
Now the whole family has to suffer while it gets fixed so they're 
entitled to see your punishment."

Angela sniffled and asked, "Isn't it enough that they just know I'm 
getting spanked.  Everybody can hear everything when you spank us and 
it's bad enough that I'm going to  cry and carry on like a little girl.  
They don't have to see it.  It's been years since I had to have a 
spanking downstairs and…"

She trailed off and Mom picked up the thread.  "You're too grown up for 
a spanking like that?"

Angela's hopes rose.  Maybe her mother did understand.  "Yes.  It's not 
that I'm too grown-up to be spanked.  I proved that last night and I 
know I have to pay the penalty but I shouldn't have to stand in front of 
the boys with nothing on.  I'll agree to taking my jeans off and pulling 
my panties down for the spanking.  I know that it's going to be on the 
bare bottom but I can't let them see my breasts.  Michael's too young to 
care about girls and their bodies but Kevin is only a year younger than 
me.  He's plenty old enough to notice the way I've grown-up and it's not 
proper for him to see me like that. "

Mom seemed lost in thought for a moment and then asked, "Was Kevin too 
grown-up when I spanked him in the living room last month?"

Angela didn't like where that question was leading but she defended her 
decision.  "That's not the same.  He doesn't have breasts."

"That's true.", Mom replied, "So you think he wasn't embarrassed to 
stand naked in front of you to make his apologies and it didn't bother 
him at all when you lectured him or when he had to ask you and Michael 
for permission for me to spank him so he could, to paraphrase you, cry 
and carry on like a little boy?"

She knew she was losing ground rapidly as her mother continued, "He's 
getting his license to drive in a few months and he needs to see that 
he'll be held to the same standard of responsibility as you are and that 
includes seeing the consequences.  I can't do anything about the fact 
that you're a girl and have two extra reasons to be embarrassed when you 
take your clothes off but consider that a blessing.  You have two more 
incentives to behave yourself in the future.  But first we have tonight 
to think about and I think we need to have a discussion about your 
decision to disobey the requirement to strip during your punishment."

Angela paled.  The battle over how she should be dressed downstairs had 
been lost and as if that wasn't enough, she had a sinking feeling that 
she was in trouble for even suggesting it.  She tried to recover, "I'm 
sorry Mom.  That was a stupid thing to say.  You've convinced me to stay 
with the normal routine for getting spanked.  Is everybody waiting or 
should I get the boys and meet you downstairs?"

The room was silent for a moment.  With a sigh Angela's mother said, 
"You're not the first girl in this family to have this problem.  I had 
to stand naked in front of your uncles more times than I care to admit 
and hated it every time.  I tried to get your grandmother to change the 
rules when I started to develop also but it didn't do me any good.  She 
not only refused my request as I must refuse yours, she convinced me to 
accept the full discipline including the humiliation and I never balked 
at being nude in front of them again.  I hoped I wouldn't have to do the 
same thing with you but I guess I was wrong.  Take your clothes off.  
Everything except your panties"

The girl was trembling as she complied and she stammered, "I sorry Mom.  
Really!  I promise to follow the normal routine and …"

She didn't finish her sentence.  A stern comment interrupted.  "That 
sounds too close to asking me not to spank you.  Don't push your luck 
girl.  Get the chair."

Angela pulled her desk chair out to the center of her room and waited 
for her mother to get settled.  Angela took a breath and started the 
ritual.  As is normal for a spanking in her bedroom she was now properly 
attired.  Her mother's earlier direction to take off everything but her 
panties was her way of saying, "You're going to get a spanking now!  Get 
ready."   As to this remaining garment, it did not remain on Angela to 
protect her modesty but to be token of her previous disobedience.  After 
she asks for her spanking she takes the panties off as a symbolic 
gesture of accepting the punishment she earned.

She moved to her mother and said, "I'm sorry for suggesting that you 
give me special consideration when I am to be punished.  I know you are 
only doing what is best for me and should not have questioned you.   
Since I acted like a little girl I should be spanked."

Although the nature of the crimes changed the basic formula for her 
speech had been well rehearsed over the years.  The only thing left was 
to finish her preparations.  She took a deep breath and pulled the last 
vestige of her clothes down and off in one practiced motion.  As they 
fluttered to the floor she recited the never changing coda.  "Please 
spank my bare bottom very hard and as long as you think is necessary for 
me to learn my lesson."

She had resigned herself to the proscribed method of asking for her 
punishment years ago but this was still the part she disliked the most.  
Actually, that's not entirely correct.  For spankings in the living room 
like the one she still had coming she has to face her brothers 
completely naked as she makes her apologies to the whole family.  She 
will have to endure their expressions of disappointment as well as their 
leering looks before she's allowed to place herself over the waiting 
lap.  That was the absolute worst.

On second thought, that's not true either.  She remembered that there 
was something much worse then either of those things as the maternal 
hand came crashing down on the unmarked skin.  No matter how many times 
Angela had been spanked, and it had been a lot of times, she was always 
surprised at how much it hurt.  The first red blotch appeared with her 
wakeup call and it would be days until that young bottom was pristine 
and unblemished again.

Years of experience were behind that hand and the woman knew how to 
apply it in the most effective manner.  Although Angela's spanking were 
usually in the privacy of her bedroom there was never any doubt that 
someone in the house was getting his or her bottom attended to.  The 
sound of a hand or hairbrush landing and the resultant expressions of 
agony were heard throughout the house.  This night was no exception.  
The girl that thought herself almost grown-up was now nothing more than 
a little child crying and pleading for forgiveness as the hand found new 
territory to land on.  This ranged from the highest point on her 
buttocks to just above her knees.  Once the area in question was very 
red and there was no spot untouched by the loving discipline it was time 
to apply a second coat and then a third.

This was a determined mother and she not only felt satisfaction at doing 
this job very well she took pride in her children's training under her 
hand.  The tears and apologies were acceptable but asking for the 
spanking to stop before Mom decided that the bottom had suffered 
sufficiently was totally out of line.  And so it was on this night.  
When Angela stood on shaky legs her sobs were worthy of sympathy by 
anyone other than the one who took this as a sign that she had done her 
duty.  

Normally, Angela would spend the next hour standing in a corner before 
going to bed where she would lie on her stomach and cry herself to 
sleep.  Unfortunately this was not a normal night.  What she had just 
gone through wasn't her scheduled spanking.  That was still pending.  
This latest trip over Mom's lap had nothing to do with that per se.  
Rather, it was only a reminder of Angela's role in her punishments.  
Additionally, it put her in a more receptive mood to accept the rest of 
what the evening held in store.  Her mother announced that the event in 
the living room would be delayed slightly since Angela's rear end needed 
time to recover a bit of feeling.  Angela was thankful for only a second 
until she received Mom's justification.  "I'm not doing this for the 
reason you think.  You still need a very good spanking for what happened 
last night.  I intend to see that you learn a valuable lesson.  However, 
further spanking right now would be painful but only up to a point.  In 
another hour you will be better able to appreciate a more prolonged 
application of the hairbrush."  

As the tearful maiden moved to her corner there was another sigh from 
her mother.  "Don't bother going there, it's not going to be that easy.  
My sweet Angela is going to learn this lesson the same way I learned 
mine and it's not going to happen in this room."

Although she didn't really want to know the answer Angela whispered, 
"What do you mean?"

Her mother took her little girl's hand and held it gently.  She asked, 
"Why didn't you ask me to stop while I was spanking you just now?  
Didn't it hurt?"

Angela was confused by the question and between sniffles answered, "Of 
course it hurt.  As you've told me, it's supposed to but you've also 
taught me that asking you to stop is unacceptable."

A wan smile and her mother asked another question.  "Correct.  Do you 
remember how I taught you that?  What did you learn?"

Another sniffle as Angela wondered where all this was leading.  She 
replied, "You kept on spanking me after I asked you to stop so I learned 
that it didn't do me any good."

"And…" the older woman prompted.

"And then you gave me another spanking as extra punishment for 
'Attempting to usurp your authority'.  See, I even remember your exact 
words."

"Very good dear.  I suppose you're wondering what this has to do with 
your reluctance to strip in front of Kevin.  Back then I spanked you a 
second time to show you that asking me to stop just got you more 
spanking.  This latest bit of rebelliousness is going to be dealt with 
the same way."

Angela's heart stopped.  Her mother's words hinted very strongly that 
her punishment for that offense was not over.  In vain she pleaded, "But 
you've already spanked me for it.  Are you going to spank me again?"

It was little comfort when her mother said, "No.  At least not now.  You 
still have the hairbrush downstairs to look forward to but that's the 
only other spanking you've earned.  The spanking you just got was for 
your foolish attempt to usurp my authority again.  What I have in mind 
is not going to be painful.  At least, not physically painful unless you 
do something stupid like disobey me before we go downstairs."

Although rubbing a recently spanked bottom was not allowed, Angela 
mentally ran her hands over that area and promised to submit to whatever 
her mother decreed.

Mom said, "I'm happy to hear that.  Now, since asking for me to stop a 
spanking got you an extra spanking right then what do you think should 
happen now?  What do you think you should do to make sure you learn that 
you have no choice in the fact that Kevin is going to see your breasts 
in the living room?"

Angela may not have been a rocket scientist but she knew what her mother 
had in mind.  It wouldn't be a good idea to play dumb so she forced 
herself to answer.  "I should keep them uncovered and stand where he can 
see them while I'm waiting to go downstairs."

Her heart fell as she saw a nod to confirm her fearful prediction and 
she bent to retrieve her panties.  That very same heart continued its 
downward journey when she heard, "That's not all that’s going to stay 
uncovered.  What will you be wearing before your spanking downstairs?"

Angela had to close her eyes before answering, "Nothing."

She heard her mother say, "Right.  Come with me."

She was alone in her room for only a second as she looked wistfully at 
her clothes and then she quickly followed her mother.

A few doors down the hall Kevin had been reading a book and waiting for 
Angela to knock on his door.  He was looking forward to seeing her face 
when she had to tell him it was time to meet in the living room.  He 
loved his sister and usually didn't find any pleasure in hearing her get 
punished but this was a different story.  She made it very obvious that 
she enjoyed humiliating him last month when he found himself in the 
living room after a major screw-up.  So he felt a small sense of revenge 
at the thought of seeing her get her comeuppance.  The sounds emanating 
down the hall surprised him and he assumed that Angela had somehow 
gotten a change of venue for her spanking.  Although slightly 
disappointed he found some satisfaction that he had at least gotten to 
hear it.  His real surprise was when his door opened and Angela walked 
in with her mother.  He wanted to stare at the nude girl but after a 
quick glance looked back down at his book.

He 'had' to look up again when Mom explained their visit.  "Angela took 
it in her mind that she was special and too good to be punished properly 
in the living room.  It seems she felt that it was O.K. for you to stand 
naked in front of her but she should have special privileges when it's 
her turn.  As I'm sure you heard, she and I had a talk about that and 
now she's needs some time to think about conducting herself properly 
when we all meet in a little while.  That'll be in an hour and she's 
going to stay here until then.  This is a punishment for her and not for 
you and I realize that you might be embarrassed.  This will help."

They had stopped at her mother's room to get a dark scarf and as it was 
wrapped around her head and tied it proved to be an effective blindfold.  
"Now she won't be able to see you and you can look at any part of her 
for as long as you like.  You will have an unobstructed view since she 
is not going to cover any of her private parts with her hands.  Are you 
dear?"  

Angela croaked out a "No mother." and received a pat on the head.  She 
wasn't sure if the loss of sight was a blessing or a curse.  She 
probably would've kept her eyes closed against the shame anyway as she 
steeled herself to an hour of this.  But if she thought she was going to 
get away with standing with her shoulders slumped and arms at her side 
she was mistaken.  Her mother had a few instructions for both of them 
that clarified the full extent of Angela's lesson.  "She seemed most 
concerned about her breasts so we'll start with them.  Put your hands 
arms behind you and grasp your elbows.  Very nice dear.  I'm sure 
they'll grow a little more in the next few years but what you have is 
nothing to be ashamed of.  They're pushed out nicely and I'm sure Kevin 
appreciates it."

The scarf was also doing a good job at absorbing the renewed tears as 
she realized what a display her present posture presented.  Alas, this 
was only the beginning and she gasped involuntarily when she heard the 
next part of her mother's plan.  "Notice that I said 'any part of her'.   
She's going to learn that she has absolutely no right to privacy or 
modesty during her punishments tonight or in the future.  Besides, it's 
about time you saw a female body in the flesh and not just in the 
magazines you've got hidden under your bed.  Don't worry, I've known 
about them for a long time and there's nothing wrong with a young man's 
normal curiosity.  Consider this a learning experience for both of you.  
Look all you want and if you need her to change position so you can see 
anything a little better she will.  The only restriction is that you're 
not allowed to touch.  I'll come back when it's time for her to get 
dressed and move the show downstairs."

She closed the door behind her and left them alone.  Her heart was 
heavy.  She hated doing this to her daughter but she only had her own 
training to go by.  Her mother had given her to her brothers in this 
manner and it was probably the most humiliating experience of her life 
but she learned a valuable lesson in accepting discipline.  Angela 
needed to be taken down a peg or two and the next hour should go a long 
way towards that end.  She stood outside Kevin's door for a few more 
minutes.  Although she didn't hear the words Kevin was saying she could 
hear Angela responding with "Yes Sir." And shuffling sounds as the young 
lady moved to her newest assigned position.  With another sigh she 
quietly descended the stairs where she would pretend to read for the 
next hour.

Back in Kevin's bedroom he knew he had been given a golden opportunity 
and was taking complete advantage of it.  Angela was turned, twisted and 
bent over in many ways and there was not a single feminine secret he did 
not peruse intently.  Even better was Angela's submissive attitude.  She 
was not his older sister but almost a slave.  She had never called him 
'Sir' before and he kind of liked it when she referred to him with 
respect.  It gave him an added sense of power to hear her agree with 
every command or suggestion for a better way to show herself.  Although 
reluctant at first she got better and better at complying immediately 
with whatever he wanted.  Kevin was in seventh heaven while Angela was 
in an unnumbered Hell.  Each passing minute and new obscene pose 
increased her humiliation and the thought of the spanking to come became 
more and more attractive.  She wasn't looking forward to the pain, there 
would be plenty of that, but at least this degrading display would be 
over.  Her mother was right.  Standing nude in front of him was not 
going to seem too bad at all compared to another hour of this kind of 
special mortification.  

Kevin heard his mother approach and had Angela back in her first 
position when the door opened.  The blindfold was removed as Kevin was 
asked, "Was she a good girl and do everything you told her to?"

The boy smiled and gave his mother a glowing report on his sister's 
behavior.  She turned to her red faced daughter and said, "I hope this 
has been beneficial for you."

Angela wiped her face and answered, "Yes.  I've learned my lesson.  It 
was very humiliating."

Her mother pulled a tissue from her pocket and gave it to Angela as she 
said, "I wish I could tell you it won't be as bad next time but I can't.  
No matter how many times you have to do this it will always be 
horrible."

The quick response was, "Don't worry Mom.  You'll never have to do this 
to me again."

There was an uncomfortable silence for a moment before her mother said, 
"I hope so but I said the same thing the first time I had to do this 
with your uncles.  Enough of this for now.  I'm afraid we have something 
else to do.  You need to face the music for taking the car to the 
hamburger stand.  Get dressed, wash your face and make yourself 
presentable before you invite your brothers to convene in the living 
room."

Angela wasn't sure what to make of everything her mother said but she 
nodded and left the room.  Part of her was glad to be out of there but 
it wouldn't be long until she would be standing naked in front of him 
again as preparation for a very severe spanking.  

Her mother looked at Kevin for a moment and said, "You've got a few 
minutes until she comes back for you.  Do something about that.  It's 
perfectly natural after spending an hour with her dressed as she was but 
I don't want to see it downstairs."

He blushed and put one hand over his crotch but his erection had been 
very evident.  As she left him alone she thought, "Oh well, boys will be 
boys."




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