“Megan and Rachel “a summer spanking to remember!

DIC by Phil

His sister-in-law’s visit was almost over. Max really didn’t mind having his wife’s younger sister Tammy and her two kids stay with them for a week. The Hall family had a pool and with the warm July weather that is where they stayed all day. Tammy’s husband Tom was still in the service, so Max felt like he was helping out by giving his wife and kids a place to vacation while he was deployed.

Donna and Tammy were very close growing up in Florida, getting into plenty of trouble together. Donna always claimed that she had taken several paddling that Tammy had earned, but Tammy’s stories seemed to have a different take on it. The sisters almost looked like twins – tall, blond and athletic. Both had their mother’s blue eyes, substantial bosom and belief that child rearing required a sturdy, wooden backed hairbrush.

Having two Southern women in his house meant that Max was well fed, that the kids were well behaved and everything was in order. The added benefit was two well built blonds by the pool. Max tried to remind himself that one was his wife’s sister, but at times that just added fuel to his thoughts. It didn’t help that Tammy could be flirtatious, a habit that Donna claimed had earned her sister a few serious spankings even as a teen.

It was Saturday. Max had planned on mowing the lawn and his plans were confirmed when he heard Tammy and Donna having issues with the kids. “Megan and Rachel, if I have to tell you one more time to quit pestering each other, its going to be the paddle. Understood?” The cousins were so similar that after a week they were getting on each other’s nerves and it was only a matter of time before one or both ended up with sore bottoms. Max decided it would be quieter out front.

It took about an hour for Max to mow the front lawn. It was only 11:30 but he had earned a beer. He headed into the house, but stopped short as he entered the kitchen. There was Tammy, a flurry of motion in a white bikini. If the sight of his tanned, toned sister-in-law hadn’t caught Max’s attention, then the two girls with their bikini bottoms pulled down, hands on the kitchen island would have. Megan and Rachel had apparently failed to head their mothers’ warnings, because both seemed poised to get a reminder of what Southern discipline meant, even if given in Colorado.

“Maxie, be a dear and help me find that spoon your wife was telling me about.” Tammy was digging through drawers and cupboards, pulling utensils out as she went. And now that she was bending over, going through a lower kitchen drawer, Max couldn’t help but notice how Tammy’s bikini was barely covering her bottom in this position. “Max, did you hear me?” Tammy was now standing with her hands on her hips. Max came to and realized that his sister-in-law was referring to what Donna called the “spanking spoon.”

“Let me look.” Max walked into the kitchen as Tammy found a candidate – more like a spatula than a spoon. She took it and stood to the side of her daughter, eleven year old Rachel, whose black bikini bottom was pulled just below her cheeks. “Not sure this will work.” Tammy gave Rachel some solid swats that jiggled her cheeks and left some redness. Rachel squealed and Tammy told her these were just a “test.” She then grabbed a wooden stirrer that had come with a rice cooker and walked over to Megan. There was no question about Tammy’s authority to spank her niece and Megan received twenty stinging licks with the utensil. But Tammy was not satisfied.

“I am going to find something to really teach you girls a lesson.” The response was subdued, but clearly Rachel and Megan wished that she was not successful. By this point, Max remembered where the spanking spoon was kept and grabbed it out of a pantry cupboard. “Here you go, Tammy.” Max handed over a large wooden spoon, made of hard wood and with some heft to it. Tammy called Max a “dear” again and took the spoon over to Rachel, standing to her left side and measuring the distance to her bare bottom. Pulling the spoon back, she snapped it into Rachel’s left cheek, then right, alternating stinging swats. “Keep your hands on that counter” was Tammy’s response to her daughter’s slight movement as the spoon went back and forth, causing what had once been a very white bottom to turn red. Tammy’s spanking technique was impressive, thought Max, as were her long, tan legs. Max wasn’t sure he had ever seen a bikini clad woman so determined.

Rachel was sniffling and had tears in her eyes as her mom announced that her “warm up” was over and moved over to Megan. Tammy had to use a well manicured finger to adjust Megan’s suit down a bit, and then began a rhythmic lesson on her niece’s bottom. Once both cheeks were red and Megan was crying softly, Tammy walked back to her own daughter. “Both of you were told to stop arguing, stop fighting and watch your tone. Neither of you listened. Now you are both getting a real spanking and you are going to apologize.” With that, the heavy wooden spoon made solid contact with Rachel’s bottom, leaving a darker red oval shaped mark.

Tammy spanked hard and fast, pausing to ask her daughter to say she was sorry, to her cousin and the rest of the family. Rachel was crying now, but resisted the request. Tammy’s jaw clenched and Max knew his niece was in trouble. Tammy grabbed hold of the bikini bottoms that were still gripping Rachel just below her buns and gave a sharp tug. Rachel was now bare from the waist down and her mom wasted no time smacking her daughter’s upper thighs with the spoon. A high pitched scream was the response, as was an overall reddening of Rachel’s brown legs. “Momma, please, please I am sorry” came out between sobs. Tammy gave a number of additional swats to make sure the lesson was learned.

Back across the kitchen, Megan awaited her fate, knowing that she had better say she was sorry. Aunt Tammy tattooed her bottom as well and, to be fair, pulled down her bottoms and spanked her thighs too. Max was impressed – that woman could spank. And standing to the side of Tammy, the view of her cleavage was as impressive as her discipline.

Donna walked in as the spankings were ending. Two very red bottomed girls, bare except for bikini tops, still had their hands on the countertop. The contents of multiple drawers were strewn across the kitchen. And her husband appeared to be staring as her sister adjusted her top and bikini bottom. “Nice show?” Donna asked as she gave a playful swat to her husband’s butt. Tammy noticed what was going on and in her most innocent way said that it wasn’t her fault. “Never is, sis, never is.” Donna laughed. At least someone was having a good time in that kitchen.

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Nikkie and her toys, what oh what shall we do.. Play!

The punishment book, (another spanking crossed)

The punishment book

St Orcus academy is an establishment to which the daughters of the rich and affluent are sent when they fail to get into the university of their preference, or have been sent home due to misbehaviour or lack of aptitude. On taking a place within the establishment the parents are expected to sign over parental permission to the staff to discipline the students when the rules are broken. The establishment is well renowned for the quality of the education they deliver and strict regimen it was no easy to get your daughter a place so when faced with the request for the signature it was always given.

Each new student on entering the academy is instructed on the code of conduct expected to adhere to, and the result of disobedience.

Entry three: Orla

The girl walked through the door once her knock was answered, and slowly made her way to the front of the classroom, holding the envelope in her trembling hands as she stopped at the desk, and gingerly placed the note on the desktop.

Being off campus without permission was a serious offence, and Orla had just come to the realisation that she was going to be severely punished. She had been escorted back to the collage by Mr Easter, after she had been caught in a bar meeting her boyfriend and the teacher had seen her. Mrs Black curtly ordered the trembling girl to remove her skirt and leave it on the desk and to go stand facing the wall, she was not ready to deal with her yet.

It felt strange to be made to stand before her friends, knowing that soon they would be witnessing her punishment, Orla tried hard to keep her tears from escaping and trickling down her face.  She could hear the girl whispering, almost excited that they would be watching her punishment and dreading the moment when she was ordered to bare her bottom.

Once the command was issued, Orla felt almost relieved to turn and face the room hands still on top of her head, but could not help blushing deeply as she watch Mr Easter briskly enter the room  and make his way to the desk. In his hand he carried a long thick tawse, Oral let out a panicked whimper as Mr Easter instructed her to remove her skirt and panties and then stand next to the desk facing the class. There was no escape disobedience of his orders would just make her punishment worse, so taking a deep breath poor Orla ashamedly complied.

As the girl undressed Mr Easter took a hard backed chair from the back wall of the classroom, and placed it to face the students telling the girls to stop working and watch. Putting the tawse on the desktop Mr Easter instructed Orla to fetch the hairbrush from his office, just down the hall. Blinking back her tears Orla walked stiffly past the watching students and out of the door.

She stepped out of Mr Easter’s office to be confronted by fellow student as they made their way to the next lesson, unable to cover herself, as she was now holding the hairbrush; all that Orla could do was to make her way back to face Mr Easter.

Once she returned to the classroom Oral noticed Mr Easter was already sitting on the chair his expression stern and uncompromising, he snapped his fingers sharply indicating he would not wait much longer, and told her to put the hairbrush next to the tawse on the desk and bend over his knee. The moment she landed Oral felt her body pulled firmly to his side, and his hand began to pound her naked flesh.

Mr Easter had large strong hands and always delivered a very painful spanking; Oral couldn’t help but yelp and wriggle as her bottom began to burn. Her legs kicking involuntarily and as the smack started to gain in power she tried to protect her bottom with her hands. Mrs Black stepped up and grasped Orla’s wrists preventing her naughty actions.

The spanking lasted a full five minutes each of the watching student flinch at the crack echoing around the room very glad it was not she who was over his knee. Once Mr Easter felt her spanking had been administered for long enough Orla was allowed to stand, and told to bend over the desktop bottom facing the class, feet wide apart. Still sobbing the girl obeyed yelping as her legs were slapped hard forcing the further apart, listening in horror as Mr Easter announced to the students that Oral would receive twelve strokes with the hairbrush, the Mrs Black would deliver the final twelve strokes with the tawse.

The coolness of the large flat paddle-shaped hairbrush felt almost pleasant as Mr Easter smoothed the surface over her pink cheeks, two hard swats landed one on top of the other dead centre of the crown of her bottom, before the girl could draw breath to howl the third swat landed just below them. Mr Easter calmly walked around the prone figure to stand on her left side before administering three hard sharp strokes to her right sit spot, making Orla scream out in pain.

Once more returning to stand on her right side and quickly landed another three hard strokes to Orla’s left sit spot, bright red welts showed as evidence of the burn as Oral sobbed. Without warning the final strokes bounced across Oral’s tenderised cheeks then Mr Easter placed the brush on the desk and stood back.

Oral was told to move the spanking chair and stand facing the class, as Mrs Black picked up the tawse. She looked at Oral as she asked Mr Easter to place the naughty girl bent under his arm to ensure she could not move once the strapping started. Once more pinned in place Orla was position with her legs wide apart, Mrs Black stood facing the girl touching the twin tips of the tawse to her sore bottom. Mr Easter lent back to sit on the desk pushing his knee between Oral’s lags helping to present her bottom fully for Mrs Black.

Taking aim Mrs Black began to last Orla’s unprotected buttock firmly, hard and fast strokes without a break alternating left to right form eight strokes making the girl howl in distress. Letting the girl cry Mrs Black instructed Mr Easter to pull the girl further over his knee and part her legs. The once more aiming the tip of the tawse on the unpunished tender flesh of Oral’s inner thighs Mrs Black delivered two hard strokes to each.

Mrs Black thanked Mr Easter for his assistance as he allowed Orla to stand; he took the tawse and hairbrush with him as he left the room. Mrs Black took the spanking chair and placed it once more in front of the desk facing the room. Orla was told to sit astride the chair, her hands flat on the desktop, with her bared bottom on view peeking over the edge of the seat, the hard wood ensuring the burn in her tender thighs would last.

It was not easy for the students to continue the lesson, with that red marked bottom facing them but each girl very glad that it was not she on display. Oral stayed in position crying for the remainder of the afternoon.

Poll me Daddy #2