“Matt and Abby” Familly DD (as) By Levena


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Abby’s First Spanking “In the beginning it went like this”

Matt didn’t always look forward to his business trips. If there was going to be a reason he liked them it would have to be, it gave him an opportunity to visit adult shops without the fear or risk of someone recognizing him.

As State to State Manager for the company he works for, these trips were made with regularity to several neighboring states. Most of them being in larger cities which provided secrecy he couldn’t get in the small town he and Abby lived in with their three children.

He dislike the meetings that would end up taking him away for long overnight stays, they would take him away from his lovely wife and children, sometimes it would be weeks Matt had to be gone.

It sex he missed for sure; Abby was everything he dreamed of.  He’d gone long periods without sex though, so that wasn’t it either.

It was the spankings he missed the most.

Matt thought about the first time he’d ever spanked Abby. It was after they’d been dating a while. Abby had revealed a bratty characteristic, which would make Matt’s blood boil to the point of bubble.

He had tolerated it for several months, well until this one historic day, at the end of a particularly foul argument, Abby made the mistake of turning around and walking away from Matt as he was still talking to her.

Abby interrupted, with a sneering whatever looks and stared right at Matt and says, “What are you going do about it?” Then she pivoted, and walked straight away from Matt; leaving him there to continue he’s argument alone in his bedroom.

Fuming, Matt just considered walking away from the relationship, despite his feelings for Abby. He knew things couldn’t continue the way they were.

Although, as he watched her walk away, his eyes locked on to her nice ass, it swayed back and forth, as though it was successfully mocking him. All of a sudden, an image propagated in Matt’s head, and he quickly responded to it.

“Well, I’m going lose her anyways, Matt thought, I might as well give her something to remember me by.”  Matt smirked, chuckled under his breath ans said, “This will at least end in my delight.”

In five or six fast and long paces, Matt caught up with Abby and grabbed her arm at the elbow tight and forcefully. He navigated her towards the sofa quickly and sat down turning Abby over his lap with one fluid motion.

“MATT! What the FUCK are you doing?” Abby screamed.

“Answering your question,” replied Matt.

He reached across her waist and with a firm grip on her hip and pulled her inward and closer towards his stomach and groin area.  Abby’s spiteful and disagreeable ass had been perfectly positioned for the spanking he was about to embark on.

“You asked what I was going do. Well, Abby, I’m going spank your fucking ass.” Matt said and at the same time he started spanking Abby with his large hands. Matt raised his arm and let it come crashing down with well-paced swats, and all of them landing on Abby’s overturned lowermost and thighs.

“Yeahhhhhouch!” Abby screeched.

“Stop it Matthew, you better stop this right now!” Abby said grabbing back trying to get a hold of Matts swing arm and hand. Only to have her wrist caught and then pinned to the petite part of her lower back.

“Oh, I’ll stop alright, but not before I am done satisfying myself with spanking the ill-disciplined manners out of you.” Matt continued to swat the back of Abby’s legs.

“That mouth of yours and your attitude Abby is absolutely wayward and out of control, we were merely just talking about how unsafe it was for you to leave things of value in unlocked cars all the time.”

Matt started in on Abby’s sit spots, smacking each one in turn as she tried to squirm off of his lap. His tight grip prevented her from escaping and only added to Abby’s displeasure.

“I have no idea why you must be so snottiest and ill-tempered when I try to discuss something like that.” Matt started spanking harder.

“You son of a bitch! Abby twisted her body.

I’m too old to be spanked. I am leaving as soon as you let me up.”

“NOW LET ME UP!!”
Abby hollered.

“That’s fine with me; I don’t want to spend the rest of my life with a total brat, anyway.” Matt responded.

Swat , Spank, Swat, Spank echoed through the room as Matt kept up the pace even as he was scolding Abby.

“Perhaps your next boyfriend will benefit from the spanking I’m giving you right now.”

“Ow! Ow! Ow! I can’t believe you’re doing this to me!”

“You’re only getting what you deserve, with the attitude you’ve been displaying, it no wonder how someone hasn’t done it yet to your ass.”

Spank, Spank, Swat, Swat kept raining down on Abby’s bottom.

“Please stop, Matt, I’ll stop acting so defiant and disrespectful, this hurts me. Stop please.”  Abby begged.

“I’ll stop it, and do better, please Matt, please stop spanking me!”

Matt paused for a minute, resting his hand on Abby’s ass, and rubbing it just a tad.

Then an option came to light in his head that could empower him to still have a relationship with Abby after all. Perhaps spanking was the way to deal with Abby. Especially, whenever her disobedient and ill -mannered behaviors gushed out of control.

Matt decided to take charge and see if Abby was willing to hold his hand after this spanking was all said and done.

“You’ll do better?” Matt asked, while he went back to smacking as hard as he could to Abby’s sit spots.

Spank, swat, swat, spank,

“Tell me how you going to do better Abby?” Matt inquired!

“Owie! Owie!” she cried, “I won’t be a brat no more, and I will listen to you when we’re discussing things that matter.”

Matt listened to what Abby had just said, though he continued to slap her ass with force.  The feeling of Abby struggling on his lap and trying to avoid his firm hand felt good to Matt groin and mental pleasures.

“If you act like a brat, you’ll end up over my lap again Abby, repeating this punishment without your pants and panties, agreed?”

“I agree! I agree, just stop!” Abby quickly cried.

“Okay, you can get up.” Matt released only a small bit of his arm strength he had. And with his finger he poked Abby’s butt and said, “Just remember, I’m not going to accept you being a total bitch brat. You’re going to pay for your bad attitude with your ass from now on. Understand?” He released more force.

Abby jumped off Matts lap, placed her hands straight to her bottom.   As she was rubbing the smart out of her ass Matt had left there she says. “I get it! You don’t have to be a prick about it Matt. ”

And again as she started turned to walk back down the hall she remarks, “Besides, I could live with that tickle every now and then, it didn’t really hurt that much.”

Abby caught with her turning eyes the expression on Matt’s face harden, as his stare became sharp, she realized her mouth just went way pass stupid and border lined on idiotic.

Abby should have shut her mouth. Although, her mouth would earn many more of what she went through even this day.

As soon as Matt gain speech again, and after being so shocked that Abby decided to already start sassing, he yelled with such force and deep meaning.

“PANTS Off!” Matt pointed at Abby’s waist band of her jeans, they were tight around her hips, yet she wore a black leather belt to hold them up.

“NOW” Was the last word Matt said too Abby.

Abby hesitated too long before running down the hallway or out the front door, because Matt grasped her jeans loop buckle, and began to unfasten the belt himself, all while he was getting her jeans unbutton also.

The yanks and the pulls from Matt’s strength was too much for Abby jeans, they were at her knees before she could get much of any protest in.

Abby did try to fight against him and lost quickly. Matt had too much power in just one hand; Abby would get nowhere even despite her attempts to try keep his hands off her jeans.

She never did a very good job of preventing him from getting her clothes off while they were dating anyways, and she wasn’t getting away with it this particular time even if she wanted to.

His hands seemed to be everywhere at once. The next thing she knew, he had her pants and panties down around her knees and was dragging her by the arm back across his lap.

Smack, Whack, Smack, Whack, Matt’s hand fell soundly on Abby’s bare ass, and this time, the sting was deep. Felt just like the fraternity paddle applied and carried out by her friends in college. She had ignored how much that paddle had hurt. Matt’s hand was giving her a refresher session in smarting.

Abby hadn’t realized how much defense her jeans had offered her ass, and now she was definitely on the losing end of this consequence.

*OW! OW! OW! OW! You’re hurting me!” Abby started crying again.

“It’s supposed to hurt, it’s a spanking”, was all Matt said, and he continued to thump Abby’s ass.

Her whole bottom jiggled with every swat and Matt was enjoying the view
After about 5 minutes, Matt paused.

Abby’s cries were coming with more regularity and sounding more like a little girl getting spanked, not a brat defying her punisher.

She was adding the occasional “I’m sorry” to her yelps, indicating to Matt he was getting through to her this time.

When he paused to contemplate and take a break, let the sting he had in his own palm subside a second or two, Abby said, “Thank you for stopping, I couldn’t take much more.”

He leaned over, so his mouth was close to her ear and said quietly, “I’m not done with you young lady. You wanted to challenge my spanking abilities; well this is what you get for that.” He then reached under the waistband of Abby’s jeans with his free hand, and yanked the belt out from around her jeans buckle loops, and doubled it over.
“NO! YOU CAN”T!” was all Abby could say before Matt lit into her bare ass again with her own belt.

“YES! I CAN!” he replied as he swatted her naked ass over and over again, the mild red changing to a bright crimson where the belt met with Abby’s cheeks.

The jiggling he saw when the belt was smacking against her naked ass was nothing compared to the imprint his hand made each time he brought it down on her red bare cheeks.

While her whole bottom jiggled before, he now could see, and feel in his groin, the shock waves of each swat as it landed across her cheeks. It allowed him a better gauge of the intensity of each wallop, as the harder ones matched with a louder cries and “I’m Sorriest” from Abby.

Abby was kicking her legs and crying out with each smack of her ass, pleading with Matt for mercy, which didn’t appear to be coming soon. She even thought about leaving him when this was all over as her pain seemed too high a price to pay for being sassy and ill-mannered.

Although, strange thing occurred when Abby thought about spankings, and now she was really getting one, her pussy seemed to be getting damp as her legs kicked, and the burn in her bottom grew hotter.

“Was Abby realizing she was getting turned on as Matt was punishing her?” She stopped kicking some as she was afraid the wetness between her legs would get noticed since her pants and panties had been kicked off by her flinging legs. She didn’t want it revealed that it was obviously also pleasuring her by being disciplined.

The pain and pleasure began to blend and push her to levels she didn’t know existed.

Matt noticed her legs had stopped kicking so much, and he thought that he was finally getting through to her regarding her behaviors, so he decided to wrap up the spanking by increasing the rate of swats real quick and landing every lick of the belt to Abby’s sit spots.

Her crying became a constant wailing as Matt landed the belt double time on her naked twisting ass. The redness in her ass cheeks, matched the heat coming off them. Abby’s body went stiff on his lap and she bucked several times before going limp over his knees.

Abby stopped crying out so loud, even though he was still swatting her bottom, so Matt stopped spanking her, assuming he’d finally gotten his point across. Little did he know he’d spanked Abby to orgasm, and effectively sealing their souls!

Matt continued mentally visioning that first night spanking Abby not realizing he had been daydreaming of it yet again.

Sir?… Hey Sir?” The clerk’s voice brought him back from the pleasant daydream to the collection of straps laid out on the counter. “That’s the last of our inventory. I could order you something if you don’t like anything here.”

“I’m sorry” said Matt,

“I keep daydreaming.”

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HOUSE OF TEARS”

It was a Friday evening and Abby was nervous and cooking supper for her family.

Abby wondered how this could have happened. Why did it happen?

Her luck sucked, and when she thought she might have got away with something; it would always ultimately fail and come rolling down leaving her with a wretched ass; this time it would no doubt end that way too.

It had all started out as a normal day. Abby ran some errands, came home, got the mail, and went into the house to prepare supper. The trouble in her stomach started when she went through the mail. There was a ticket from an out of town trip she had taken Dallas her son on with a new friend and his mother a few weeks back; it was a trip Matt said would be a bad idea when Abby had brought it up for her son one evening.

It wasn’t so much the money Abby was worried about, it was only $50. It was for not coming to a complete stop before turning right on red.

“How was she going to explain the location of the ticket?”

“It was issued from totally different city she had told Matt her and Dallas were in.”

“Gotta love those hidden cameras,” Abby muttered out loud.

As much as she hated to, Abby knew she had to tell Matt the complete truth. It would be far better than him finding out while paying her Credit Card bill. The truth would be better coming from Abby then another piece of mail telling their lie.

Matt would find out sooner or later anyway.

“Why make something so troubled even more problematic?” Abby said to an empty house.

Matt didn’t mention to Abby that Dallas had already mentioned the trip to him, and he had told his son no.

He could of told her that when she was inquiring about it that night.

Dallas had several lower test grades, been spanked for not getting work done around the house; and Matt frankly felt he didn’t need nor deserve to go at this time.

And had told Dallas that and said “NO!”

Dallas ignored to tell his mother he had already also talked to his dad about the trip weeks before; ultimately getting his mother to agree to asking Daddy once again, but now using his mother to do it instead.

He surely hadn’t thought that using his mother as his personal victim would come back and haunt his ass either.

Abby took a deep breath in, looked at the clock and realized that it was almost time for the children to arrive home from school. She finished cleaning up the kitchen and put the casserole in the oven. Then she sat down to wait for her children.

She would have to tell Dallas first about the ticket that came in the mail and what it all meant for them both possibly when Daddy found out.

Abby shook in worry, and hot tears were creeping to the corners of her eyes when suddenly she heard her youngest daughter Emma’s voice coming through the garage door.

“MOMMMYYY, Anna said she wouldn’t help me ride my bike today, she said she would yesterday don’t you remember mommmmieee.” Emma’s minor voice could be so loud when she felt someone was cheating her on something they’d promised to do with her.

Emma was every bit Matt’s daughter when it came to respect; making sure you’re keeping your word to the things you say you will do, and not do.

“Anna help your sister now you said you would last night when you girls were cleaning up for bed.” Abby scolded Anna for not keeping word.

“Don’t forget you helmet Emma if Daddy comes home early and see’s you without one your bottom will be stung a second time this week.”

“Yess yes mommy ohhh I won’t forget this time.” Emma said turning swishing her ash blond hair then sticking her tongue out at Anna, but making sure mommy could not see her. Emma stops and revisions the sting her bottom felt the last time she was caught without her helmet on.

Emma throws her Snow White backpack into her bedroom, grabs her helmet from her door, and rubs her butt in memory of the helmet rule.

Anna rolled her eyes, and put her backpack down just inside her bedroom door. She changed out of her school cloths, and into some outside clothing suitable for playing with her little sister.

Anna particularly didn’t like playing with Emma, she was Daddy’s little snitch most of the time. Both Anna and Dallas had learned to watch and keep their eyes and ears open when it came to their littler sister.

One evening Daddy even said, “Emma has too learned that an ass whipping hurts. She will eventually stop telling and tattling on her closest allies, “her siblings.”

“Until she learns suffering beyond what she already knows, she will continue to be the rat which makes sure her siblings suffer at the fate of her snitching.” Matt’s exact words one night when Anna and Dallas both were up for the family paddle.

Emma had snitch on them for leaving her at the park by herself; while they ran across the street to the party store too get some candy.

They even shared the candy with the little brat, and she still told on them.

The evening Dallas went to his mother and asked for help with getting to go on the trip just happened to be an evening Matt was mad at Anna; Dallas’s older sister.

Dallas talked to his mother about the trip, and convinced her since Daddy was angry, and he needed to give an answer tomorrow morning to his friend’s mother would she, “please please be the one to talk to Daddy about it that night.”

Abby agreed and told Dallas she would talk to Daddy, and then call the friends mother in the morning. It made Dallas happy and at that time, and their house was doomed with screams and panic from her eldest daughter’s whipping she was getting for from Daddy down the hall when Dallas choose to ask.

Anna getting caught skipping school again was her worse nightmare that day.

Abby talked to Matt that evening; and Matt explained he felt it was not safe, nor a good time for Dallas to just go to another city and hang with other friends for two days.

Even if the mother was a responsible single woman, Matt did not want their son going.

Abby didn’t press the issue; Matt would have frowned upon any debate out of Abby at that moment especially a debate involving what he felt was correct for their children.

She would just figure out how to tell Dallas, “no” in the morning; and would instead turn and give her attention to his Daddy the man Abby couldn’t resist.

Abby got weak and decided to find a way to give-in to Dallas’s want.

Dallas wanted to go; Abby really like Dallas’s new friends mother and felt she could get to know her better if she just joined them. So when she called the friends mother in the morning she really had a hard time saying no.

Abby thought it would be fine he could have fun with a friend and not get his heart broke with the words, “no, you can’t go!”

Abby explained that Matt had a few issues with the boys going alone with just her, so offered to go and even be the driver.

Abby, knowing Matt as well as she did would not tell him the truth. He had already said no, and her finding ways to let Dallas go and get his way would surely end in a wrong type of discussion for her.

Keeping quiet and explaining to Matt she would go see a cousin upstate instead was the plan and she would take Dallas with her.

Keep it simple, and uncomplicated would be the best way to pull off the lie and deceit Abby was planning, and no one would know the wiser especially Daddy.

Matt would have no idea Abby absolutely figured on it. If she just kept her plans clear-cut and not talk about them overly too much; Matt would ask very little questions.

In which he didn’t.

Coming home from a long day Matt breathes a sigh of relief when he pulls into his driveway.  He was home his favorite place.

Seeing Emma and Anna playing, and Emma wearing a helmet was delighting.

His job was overly difficult and stressful, and at times spread out making him travel often.  Many times he had to ask his wife what day it was, just before he went to work, simply because it was necessary to make sure everyone’s schedule was still on track with his.

Coming home was always a better experience for Matt when he felt everyone was optimistic and lively with life, but completely respectful, dutiful to their responsibilities were first on their minds.

Well-trained in obedience.  He expected this.

He parked the car in the garage and closed the door behind him.

He enters his home to escape his dreary stressful week.  As soon as he enters through the door he calls out to let his wife like always letting her know he arrived home.

“Abby!  I’m home.”

He wanders lazily through the dining room to find his wife laying her head on the dining room table.

“How’s your day been babe?”

Abby looked up at her husband and felt a pain in the pit of her tummy. “It was… I…” She looked down at the floor blinking back tears. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

Matt is taken back by his wife’s words.  Assuming the worst he moves to comfort her, thinking that a family member of his must have died.

“What’s the matter, Abby?” “Take your time and tell me, and relax my dear.”

He puts his arm around her consoling for whatever pain she’s feeling and kisses the top of her head.

“Tell me” He says grabbing her face looking into her eyes with sympathy passion.

Abby leaned into her husband, letting herself feel secure in his durable arms, at least for the moment she needed them arm, and him like this. She took a few moments to steady herself, and then said, “It was or is… I’m sorry; I don’t know why I did it.” Abby stopped and looked away not sure how to continue.

She had already informed Dallas that she would tell Daddy of the ticket and the reasons she had to do it. Dallas understood more then he acted.

This was definitely going to end in a house full of tears.

Dallas secretly hoped, somehow his father would not remember the discussion they had. He doubted, but Matt’s children only had optimism.

Abby had felt bad for lying that entire weekend they were gone as it was.

Dallas left in huff out of the kitchen mad at her and not understanding how the law could trap someone and take a picture; then tell on them later. Abby told Dallas to just go get his chores and weekend homework started before the casserole was done. She would be the one to explain everything to Daddy.

She kept the promise.

Right now though she didn’t quite know what to do.

She didn’t want to spring the ticket on Matt as soon as he walked in the door, but she didn’t want him to think she would hide it from him either. Finally she decided on leaving it with the mail, and told Matt that she got a ticket and she was sorry.

“It was for not completing the stop, I thought I stopped.  Abby started to explain.

“I usually always come to a complete stop.” Abby apologize to her husband and kept her eyes darting around doing everything not to look at him in the eyes.

“My goodness Abby the fear written on your face, I was for sure something much deeper than a ticket happened.” Matt started feeling a little relieved, but scolded Abby in a tone of annoyance with her fear of receiving a ticket would be that great.

“I am not saying this is alright Abby, but you scared me with the expression of anguish all over your face.”

“Where’s the ticket I will pay it tonight; and you will pay up later young lady.” Matt walked by Abby slapping her fanny just a tad. Abby whence and silently screamed in her head. Hot tears formed again in her eyes.

She would have to stop them however, and continue with her afternoon.

“I’ll be in my office, when will that supper be done?” Matt asked.

“In an hour babe, I will come get you or send one of the children.” Abby replied.

“He’d see the date and the city on his own time in his office.” Abby thought to herself.

It should be obvious she wasn’t trying to hide; she just didn’t have the courage to tell him what she had really done straight to his face. He should figure it out tonight. He paid bills on the third Friday each month and of course Abby’s luck again it would be tonight.

“God”, she pleaded he saw whatever he needed to tonight, if he hadn’t said anything within a few hours after supper she’d mention it again.

“Or should I?” Abby thought.

If nothing else, Abby didn’t want to postpone her lying any longer; telling the truth might hurt, but by far it could save something, and that something was always feared; and saving it could benefit your bottom in many physical ways.

About an hour later Abby sent Emma to get Daddy and let him know it was supper time.

Abby wasn’t for sure if Matt’s demeanor seemed irritated over the fact that Emma was still bickering over Anna saying she wouldn’t help earlier, or if it was because he had figured out the date and city of the ticket.

“Emma STOP IT!” Abby yelled.

“Your sister did what she said she would. Now get over your problem and leave her alone.”

Supper seemed to breeze through rather fast, and when Matt finally asked the last question to seal Dallas and Abby’s fate for the rest of the evening both of them set awkward in their chairs; staring at Daddy with extreme distress in their face.

“Dallas why don’t you explain to your mother the discussion you and I had 3 weeks prior to the both of you attending a weekend of, “indoor waterpark fun?” Matts question seared like a doom right through both Abby and Dallas entire body.

Abby felt her heart skip about 3 beats, she shot her eyes in the direction of her son asking the question, “YES TELL ME DALLAS you had a discussion about going on this trip with your dad?”

Dallas’s word’s become erratic and babbles of nothing but, I… I… Mommy, but I mommy, didn’t I mommy… I … I did mommy but… but… mommy.”

The boyish and babyish babbles of knotty twisted words Dallas was trying to get out of his mouth made Abby furious with anger. She knew her ass was going to pay, “her thighs would be included for sure”, and Dallas was sitting their trying everything to get himself out of trouble with her and his father.

She knew Matt was going to find many rules she had broken and beat her ass.

All the dishonesty, deceiving, lying, and not to forget the actual ticket stung Abby throughout her entire body, and that little brat of hers she called, “son”, did it, and she fell for it.

Abby’s motivating anger blew to levels that very seldom their children seen, but she reached out and smack Dallas a crossed his mouth, and before he or anyone else could react she smack it again, and Dallas fell out of his chair.

Emma jump from her chair in fear and ran for the hallway. Her little legs never moved so fast.

Anna sat froze looking at her Daddy.

Matt didn’t move he started exactly what he intended to start. Now, he was going to sit back and watch all the anguish unfold for his son, and then give him a whipping he’d never forget himself.

As far as Abby goes, she is never forgotten about especially if she broke any of her husband’s house rules. Matt made sure of that.

Abby grabbed Dallas by the arm and hauled him back to his feet, “HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME YOUR GO BETWEEN!  YOU HAD ALREADY BEEN TOLD NO.” Abby was pissed and she only seen revenge for the moment.

How dare her son do this?  Why?

“YOUNG MAN, YOU KNOW THAT GOING BEHIND OUR BACK IS DELIBERATE Deviance AND IT IS NOT TOLERATED.” Abby forceful words and compelling anger to spank her sons ass hard for what he had just did took over; and nothing but her sons, “BUTT” was going to make the anger go away until she displayed some painful art work to his ass.

Abby grabbed for her chair again; Dallas’s wrist tightly grasped with the strength of all her fingers wrapped around it, she yanks and tugs at Dallas’s blue shorts pulling them down; leaving him stomping and begging for mommy to not whoop his ass.

Anna watched with smugness in her eyes, but kept quiet, for she knew if she was caught glorifying in her brothers humiliations and punishment, she’d get it next.

Abby reached on the table and grabbed for the wooden cutting board that had a nice firm handle craved out for proper holding. However, today she was going to make it bite her son’s ass in an agonizing way.

Abby moved her right leg up some to get a better position and grip on Dallas, she was going to land a series of blows to Dallas’s ass and sit spots he’d never forget. He immediately started bucking and squirming to try to get out of the line of fire.

Dallas failed under his mother’s strength and she let him have it without mercy.

“YOU BETTER, slap-slap, START USING YOUR NOGGIN slap-crack, MISTER, YOUR FATHER AND I, crack-whack, WILL NOT TOLERATE ANY OF YOU CHILDREN, thwack-crack, USING US AGAISNT EACH OTHER, slap-whap, TO GET WHAT YOU WANT.” Abby kept a good rhythm going of snaps and cracks to Dallas’s backside and continued scolding.

“I CAN NOT BELIEVE, wallop- whack, YOU LIED TO ME.  Spank- smack.  MADE ME, thump- smack, THE SCAPEGOAT, AND THEN YOU, smack- bash, WERE GOING TO SIT HERE AND, wallop- slap, START TALKING LIKE A BABY, spank- slap, TRYING TO SQUIRM YOUR WAY, smack -whack, OUT OF BEING IN TROUBLE WITH ME.” Spank- wallop…

Dallas cried hard with each hit landing to his sit spots, it really stung and he was horrified in the painful humiliation his ass was receiving from the assaults of his mother’s angry mannerism.

He shook; sniffling as he struggled with a small amount of strength he had left his young body.

Unfortunately for Dallas, Abby’s will-power for tearing her sons ass up for doing this to her was going to never be forgotten by anyone who had eyes, ears, and ultimately the ass she was whooping that witness the spanking of Dallas that evening.

Dallas would feel it.

“I’m sorry Mommy… I’m sorry Daddy.” Dallas wailed over and over again.

Abby not caring in the least he was crying hysterically with fear and out of pain. Instead she just continued the spanking as though she couldn’t hear his begging or pleading.

Apparently, she felt his cries were neither distressed nor sincere enough yet for her liking.

Anna couldn’t help but look on in horror. This was much worse than she thought it would be.  The spanking continued and she watched her brother get his bottom spanked over and over again by her mother.

“Ouch” She thought, looking on in semi- amusement, but still with compelling sympathy for her brother.

Her bottom started feeling the phantom pains of past spankings. The familiar sounds of the cutting board hitting her brother’s bare bottom, his screams of despair filling the entire house made her decide to close her eyes and just sit without moving.

“Maybe she should have asked to be excused.” Anna thought to herself.

Emma had gotten up and ran earlier, and for good reason; she would hide and cover her eyes and ears. However, she did not ask to be excused.

The sounds of agony coming from her brother would be better muffled under her pink covers and with a Backyardiagns pillow crunched tightly over her little frightened head.

Anna now regretted she didn’t get up and excuse herself too.

Dallas was sobbing as the spanking continued and didn’t realize his mother had stopped for a moment to speak to him, but still replied with a weak, “Yeessss mommieeee,” and then prayed that his spanking was almost over since his ass felt like an inferno.

He didn’t have to worry, he would yell for sure in agony when his Daddy finally stopped his mother from spanking him and he took over himself.

“I CANNOT BELIEVE, spank-whap, DALLAS, I TOOK YOU BECAUSE, smack-slap, I DIDN’T WANT TO SEE THE PAIN, crack-thwack, IN YOUR EYES, whap-smack-spank-crack, AND YOU DIDN’T THINK ABOUT THE PAIN, whack-snap-crack-spank, YOU HAVE NOW CAUSED ME.”  Whap-whap-whap

“YOU LIED, whap-smack AND DIDN’T TELL ME, whap-whap, DADDY ALREADY, whap-slap, TOLD YOU NO.” wallop-wallop, Abby scolded and rained the board over his little crimson ass.

She showed no pity.

Meanwhile, Matt was calm and focused on staring at his son get a wholesome respectable ass beating from his mother. He felt he deserved it, and was enjoying the show with intense pleasure.

YOUR DADDY, whap-whap-whap IS GOING, smack-spank-smack, TO SPANK THE FUCK, whack-thwack-whap OUT OF BOTH OF US, spank-whap-slap.

All of a sudden Matt’s voice in it’s thunderous and demanding tone stops everything, “That’s enough Abby!”

Anna jump and asks real quick, “may I be excused please?”

“YES!” Daddy replies

Anna finally removes herself. Her feet hit the edge of hallway and she makes a mad run for her own bedroom.

Abby glares at Matt with a look of annoyance. She felt more spanking was needed to make her point across to her son; she stops however and looks at Matt while letting Dallas roll of her lap to the floor holding his butt, crying and sobbing.

“GET IN THE GARAGE DALLAS!” Matt reached down and grabbed his son; flinging him to his feet once again and walking him towards the garage door by his upper arm. He was going to whip his son’s ass unforgivingly.  Matt even felt removing his son, and his screams from the house would be necessary.

Looking back at Abby with intense crossness Matt instructs with his powerful pitch, “Go to our room now Abby don’t come out!”

Abby walked fast for their bedroom; she closed the door behind her and set down at her vanity table.

“MY Goodness!” she thought putting her head between her knees rocking her body back and fourth.

Meanwhile Matt had his son in the garage.

“Son, you better start using better judgment. You using you mother was downright stupid.” Dallas’s tried hard listen to these words he was hearing.

“Yess, father, yes!” However, was the only thing he could sputter out of his mouth.

His fear was intensified with why Daddy had yanked him by his arm into the garage. Only to soon realize it was because Daddy was going to whip his for every loving ass with a leather strap he had seen him sharping blades with a time or two.

Matt through his son over a saw horse he used mainly for cutting wood.

Dallas gasped as it was not only cold, but the terror in his soul went from what he thought was ultimate to even a higher level of horror.

Matt waste no time putting his large hand to the small of his sons back and unleashing  the first four thwack of the rawhide strap, making Dallas’s legs kick and frail while his knees kept hitting the outer frame of the saw horse, adding more physical pain Dallas would realize he had later.

Again another four lashes would land on his bottom and he could hear his Daddy scolding him, but could only understand the emphasized words of “If you disregard me when I tell you NO ever again” and “I swear young man this is nothing compared to what will happen!” was all that Dallas could hear.

Matt released his pressure and left Dallas hanging bent over the saw horse limp sobbing, and regretting the horrible decision he made to use his mother as a scapegoat. He honestly never thought it would work, and when it did without fail he was good with it, but now regretted.

Dallas felt his body heaved back to standing on his feet. His legs wobbled.

“Get back in that house young man and stand in my corner.”

A corner Matt had built purposely in his house for his kids to stand in. In most angles of their homes bottom floor, you would be able to see someone standing in it. Punished for sure and naked from the waist down if they were lucky to keep the humility.

Something they lost as they grew older and still needed punishment for being disobedient.

Dallas walked being drugged by his arm and sore beaten ass to the corner and stands with his legs still quivering and shaking visibly to anyone who looked in his direction. His red swollen butt cheeks would hurt for a very long time.

Matt walks down the hallway and into the bedroom startling Abby to her feet.

“Your daughter Emma needs spanked Abby right now.”

“Huh? What? Matt why?” Abby said confused for a moment.

“Our children will not run when their siblings are being punished in front of them.” Matt said annoyed.

“Emma never asked to be excused from that table” Matt said pointing his finger towards their open bedroom door.

Abby swallowed hard and took off towards Emma’s room.

Emma was sitting on her bed now coloring instead of hiding her face.

“Emma let’s go!” Abby said walking into Emma’s pink painted bedroom with fairy art all over and grabbing her by her wrist.

Emma could see the stressed reaction on her mother’s face and knew for some reason she was about to have a sore bottom also.

Emma had thought about it a few seconds after running from the dinner table, how she had forgotten to ask if she could be excused, but then quickly forgot about the possible issue it could cause her as she laid in fear for her brother’s bottom.

Abby drugged her youngest daughter out of her bedroom and into the hallway. She stopped and grabbed a hairbrush out of the bathroom sending Emma into a panic of phrases.

“NOo, mommy no, why why mommieee, not the hairbrush.” Emma squealed and tried desperately to keep up with her mother’s pace, but pulling backward with a slight protest.

“Emma you know better than to leave our dinner table without asking.” Abby spoke firmly.

“Because Dallas was getting spanked did NOT give you a right to leave it. UNDERSTOOD?”

Emma wailed and whined as Abby tugged her jeans and white colored panties down, immediately causing Emma to get goose bumps down her golden-colored bare flesh and screeching at the top of her lungs.

“I WON’T DO IT AGAIN MOMMmmmmY!”

It was too late though, Abby had her daughter over her knee kicking and bucking with her legs wildly. The first smack was loud even Dallas turned his head just a twinge, but not enough around in fear his eyes would see his Daddy’s.

Abby spanked Emma good for about a minute and a half; leaving her bottom an oval mess of hot red spots then placed her in an opposite corner of her son.  She glanced at her son’s bottom and naturally almost chokes on her own reality of what was yet to still come for her.  She turns and just headed for her bedroom without being directed, she knew to go.

Matt follows.

Anna notices her parents walking back up the hallway and starts to chant quietly sticking her fingers in her ears trying to plug them, “No No Not mommy not my mommy.”

“No No Not mommy not my mommy.”

Abby goes straight for the corner she stands in when she knows Matt is pissed.

“GET OUT, and get into that bathroom Abby.” Matt’s voice was distinctly calm and demanding.

Abby quickly did as she was told peeling her clothes off as she went. There was no need to assume anymore that they were going to stay on her body and she was sweating out of fear and anger under them anyways.

Matt wasted no time. He set on the toilet and dragged Abby across his knee and started spanking her forceful with his hand.

“You will be sorry young lady. I should never come home after a hard week of work to find added bills in our mail. You are by far lucky you told me it came today and not tried to hide it even longer.” Matt was furious and his palm landed over and over again alternating from one ass cheek to other; making Abby start to plead under her breath, “ohh ohhh!”

“Since it happened though, I would have of least liked the respect of you not adding additional stress by making me find out the bill is a ticket that you got why defying my answer to both you and Dallas’s request for him to go to a water park.”

The heated words of the scolding spewing out of Matt’s mouth was just as bad as the spanking he was giving with his palm.

He spanked Abby for a full good five minutes before letting her off his knee.

“However, today I have not only found an additional expense, and THE UTTER DISRESPECT OF MY WIFE, but I found realization that she doesn’t care about putting her life and other ones lives on the line when I’m not around to see and stop it.”

“Get your hairbrush Abby and lean over body over the tub; and by goodness place you ass right and high.”

Abby crawled towards the middle drawer of the bathrooms double sink cabinet. She grabbed her wooden hair brush Matt bought for her when they got married, and handed it to Matt.

She didn’t want to protest anything. She would lose and losing she knew she had already done.

Matt brought himself down onto his knee’s placing his hands in between Abby’s legs, feeling for the opening of her sex. He jams his first two fingers into it. Abby yelps and her legs fall spread further apart.

She lifts her head, and Matt shoves it back down into the interior of the tub, “DON’T TRY TO GET UP Abby!”

Matt continues to slam his fingers into her holes and finds her rosebud with his thumb, sending Abby clenching and trying hard to move away from the insertion of his thumb into her dark hole.

It works, and Abby goes back to feeling Matt spanked her for another five minutes merciless with the hairbrush.  The hairbrush begins to fall in a crisp and steady thump, swapping cheeks at about the frequency of one per second. To insure no one spot gets too much application, Matt adjusts his aim slightly so he moves the brush around to get all of the spank able bare surface areas. Unfortunately for Abby, this requires that a worthy amount of blows need to land on the very sensitive spot sitting just above her thighs

From previous experiences, Abby knew it would probably not be long before Matt journeys down a couple of inches further to incorporate the fragile meat on the backs of her upper legs. When he starts spanking that naked flesh it will truly take very little effort for Matt to give Abby an insufferable whopping. At critical points in his lecture and spanking he punctuates himself with particularly hard swats, using the hairbrush as an important exclamation point. At the very slightest it shouldn’t be difficult for Abby to understand what he was most concerned about.

Abby’s bottom was now a blistering mess of purple blotches and she cried openly as her face was hanging into the tub. She felt Matt stand up and heard him but the hairbrush away. She however didn’t move just hung and sobbed.

“Get in the shower Abby. We’re going to take care of you lying right now.”

Abby lifts her body and turns the knob to the shower turning the water on. She raises herself to her feet and stands watching Matt undress. She swallows hard as she watches him pull his belt from his jeans loops and places on the sink’s counter top.

Matt moves by her and climbs in; grabbing her wrist and yanking Abby in with him. He hits the knob and the shower starts.

Abby whelps loudly when the hot water hits her raw ass. Matt laughs and holds her there.

“OWWiee!” Abby cries

Matt shoves Abby to her knees and she stays there with her eyes closed at least until she feel Matt grabbing her by the hair and shoving her head in the crack of his soapy ass telling Abby, “If you want to know what lying is going to get you I will show you young lady. It will get you the humiliation of eating my soapy asshole.”

Abby did just that, gagging on the soap and not the thought of having to pleasure her husband that way. Abby rarely lied for she hated soap in her mouth, not her husband’s desire to make her eat his ass when he had wanted her too, that would have been fine, but this was not supposed to be fine, or fun in anyway.

Abby licked his ass, and burrowed her tongue into his anus, she placed one hand on his nut-sack and held his balls as the other hand helped hold his ass cheeks apart. She softened his asshole muscle and made Matt actually groan several times.

Her hurting bottom was by far smarting as the pressure from the shower’s nozzle rained hard pressurized water on her backside. Although she continued to examine her husband’s darkest hole by circling her tongue around and in and out of it with an unremarkable desire to make him feel euphoric.

When Abby finished licking and sucking on Matt ass, eventually the warm water she tasted was just that, and not of a mixture of soap and water. She would enjoy eating his ass for a while. Well until Matt had met his maximum blood flow engorging his large cock, and made her stop.

Matt shut the water off and took the towel from around the bar and wrapped himself in it; grabbing Abby by her wrist and guiding her wet body over and out the tub he lead her to their bed; carefully positioning her over a few pillows demanding her to spread those legs far far apart to stop any clenching that would make the bruising worse. He was going to lay on some good thrashes from his belt to Abby crimson ass.

Matt standing in his towel gave Abby more than two dozen licks with his belt, she screamed and hollowed. Her legs thrashed and jerked as she did her best to stay in position. However, a few times she knew the belt did not land in the desired spot Matt had intended it to, which made him angrier and the next few licks were twice as hard in strength.

He would lay the belt against her exposed behind measuring the distance.

“I need you to acknowledge that what you did was wrong and that you deserve this whipping, Abby.” he said calmly, and waited.

“I am sorry Matt, I deserve it I deserve IT. I promise I I prom om, om Promise.”

“Now tell me why I spanked you.”

“I I lied, I I was wrong, I did not stop, I I lied, I weakened, I nooooooooo better, pleeeassse Matt please, I won’t dis disreeee dis reee disrespect you again.” Abby responded with hiccups and hot tears flowing down her red face.

Matt added about 6 more licks to Abby’s ass and she yelped and begs for him to forgive her and stop the spanking.

Matt did stop, and immediately went over and grabbed Abby’s hot blistered ass pulling her ass cheeks apart, and sending a stretching burn through her rectum. The burn then was replaced with the touch of Matt’s hot tongue; He licked and probed her rosebud.

Abby would arch her bottom up with the quivering sensation of Matt’s gentle hot tongue entering her hole; he then slipped his fingers into her hot soaked sex, and shoved his thumb into her ass. He fucked her hard like that why he rubbed her fiery bottom.

Abby moaned in pain and pleasure for almost 10 minutes as Matt sweetly started the ending to her own personal punishment.

He withdrew his hands and climbed on top, riding Abby doggy for a long time, her pubic bone hurt and was bruising from the slam of Matt’s hips into them, he then finally withdrew and found the tightly wound muscle in between Abby’s ass cheeks, and took one stifling painful shove and hurled his cock right up into his wife’s ass muscle.

Anna looked up from her vampire book as a tear ran down her face. She would continue to hear the screaming and coughing of mommy sentences that Daddy was dishing out.

Abby was enduring one of the most painful retribution she had in a long time, and the weekend had just begun.

Matt had his house right where he wanted, full of tears. However, while lying in bed that evening and after Abby had stopped her crying and hiccupping she rolled over and buried her face into the warmth of her husband’s chest, he looked down at Abby and kissed her forehead.

“You know Matt; I am going to spank you too.” Abby said meekly.

“You are huh?”

“Yes Matt”

“And what for Abby?” Matt asked.

“You should have told me you already told that boy No.”

“I know Mam” Let your butt heal and well talk about it

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“MATT’S WIFE”

Your look at dinner would be enough to let me know what to except when our bedroom door closed for the evening. I was going to need all the hope in the world to stop the spanking and thanking you were going to demand of me. I also knew, my pussy would hurt as bad as my ass was going to when you were done with it.

I should have listened, I knew, you were going to be upset with all of us. It was unsafe for me to be
driving mad at the kids; and the kids should have been behaving better. It sure is hard to pay attention, when their screaming at each other. I try Matt; I try to make them listen. I continued to plead to you that day.
I didn’t mean to hit the principles car, in front of our kid’s school that morning.

I knew, I had better spank those kids but well tonight, for their disrespect of the car rules.

I had to let them know that their behavior in the car had to change, that it is unsafe, and today just proved it.

You were so angry when you came to pick us all up, the look on your face, when you saw my car, the damages and the horrible dent to the front of “Mr. Taylor’s car. I could tell how hard it was for you, not to start yelling, and stating everyone’s verbal warnings, of the evenings pending spankings, that were going to occur after dinner in your house.

I craved for you sweeter rough touch, making sure at dinner, I moved close to you. I would reach out and touch your muscular bicep, and give you a hopeful look, I longed for you to expose even a glimpse of how bad you were going to punish me. I knew it was going to be hard, you had mouthed whispered to me, as the cop turned to write my three tickets, “I am going to beat your ass.” I pouted right then. Then hurried and grasped my composure, so I wouldn’t start crying in front of our kids, and the police officer. It was going to be bad I knew it. It is definitely Dooms night for certain individuals belonging to Matt’s family, his wife being at the top of the list.

We all listen to you’re scolding at dinner, how fighting and arguing with each other ,why the wheels were in motion, was unsafe, and should never be an option. If there was going to be an argument, it would have to wait till the car stopped.

WAHWW, and it is my responsibility to stop the car, and take care of the problem the kids are having; and stop them from fighting in the car and breaking their father’s rule.

I made sure that night; I was firm with our kids, scolding them myself, for not listening to me when I had repeated asking them to stop the fighting that morning in the back seat, of my car. Those two children left the kitchen table sobbing, holding their butts for sure.

I made sure they watched each other get their butts paddled. Maybe a little sympathy for other sibling could help build some sibling love. I hoped, if seeing the other get their bottom wailed, it might make them think a little more logical before they start on each other, why sitting in one of their parents cars.

I wasn’t giving either one of our children an inch. Their butts got it, again and again with our family paddle and sending them both to bed right afterwards was kind of pleasing, they both got me in trouble; way more than their little beat asses will ever know.

I finished cleaning the kitchen and then went, and stood in the TV room’s entrance; staring at you with still some hopes gleaming in my eyes. I was hoping your anger had calmed some; I didn’t want you so mad, especially when it was time for my own ass beating.

I felt sick and couldn’t stop shaking, my legs burned in between with the anticipation of my panties being yanked and removed for your pleasures now.

You get out of your chair and walked towards me with a firm heavy step, and ask, “Are the kids sleeping?” I meekly cried “yes”, and you gently started guiding me, by the small of my back, with you hot and heavy hand down the hall to our bedroom. Flinging the door behind us, making me jump, and cry your name out loud with a terrified tone.

“MATT, Please nooo, I will start following the rules myself, I will. I won’t let the children argue in the car anymore; I will stop the car next time.” I begged you.

“I know you will, and I am going to make sure of it.”

Those words were all it took, my tears were hot, and were scalding my face as they ran down hitting the floor, or falling and absorbing into the shirt covering my heaving chest.

“I’m sorry Matt, I promise, I will get better at making the children listen, I promise.” I could not help but beg for mercy, the spanking dished out from Matt were brutal and painful. He would spank me and then demand one of my three holes to thank him sexually with. He loved my bodies suffering, my distress turned him on, and he would mistreat and make me pay with my ass for the damages he would have to pay for monetarily, not including the embarrassment he suffered, by my foolish mistake.

“Get that shirt off young lady.” I shook, and did as I was ordered.

I closed my eyes, anticipating your large hands touching my body. Instead, I felt the fumbling of my own pants and panties being taking off with your ridge tugs and pulls. I wept and cried loudly your name over and over again, “Matt, no, Matt please, do not beat me hard.

Nothing helped, you were going to give it to me no matter how much I cried and begged for anything lighter. Within a split of a second you flung me over you right knee, wrapping and pining my legs with your left leg.
“I swear dear, you madden me. You were the adult in that car today, and you should always be the higher authority when our children are acting that way.” With that the spanking began, one smack rained after the other. You started with your hand rotating from cheek to cheek, smacking my ass with such force that my naked sex part would heave into your muscular leg. I cried out with semi-quiet wails, begging with being sorriest and pleading with hot tears. You were laying on the hand prints, making a much-needed impression to my butt. The spanking stopped and you guided me down off you knee and planted me firmly in between your legs. You reach for the back of my neck and grabbed a hold of its narrow length with swift quickness, pulling my head forward into your crouch, but yanking pulling up so my neck would pull upwards making me look straight up into the souls of your eyes.

“That hand spanking dear was for, your deliberate deviance of the safety rules. You should know to practice it not only in our vehicle any vehicles, Right?”

I dreadfully said my, “yes.” You let go of my neck and I sunk; head bowed as far as I could sink it.

No, the fear flashed through my body with the awful sound of you un-doing your brown leather belt. If you pulled only your cock out, I would know the worse would be the paddle, but if you pulled that belt out of the loops, it was surely going to get used on my butt. I shook with anxiety. My head still hung, curled between my legs waiting for you next command.

I panic and cried with deep sympathy, “Nooo Matt, please not the belt too”, I begged you with everything, as I head you tugging your belt out of its loops.

“No, you say no my dear, you beg for me not to spank you with my belt. Well sweetie, you’re going to not only get the belt, but you’re getting it after the paddling.”

Whaww, the tears of dread poured down my face, my concern for my bottom however, was quickly disrupted with the tug of my hair, and the force of my face being flung towards your cock. I stuck my tongue out, and placed it immediately at the tip of your sex tool. My first spanking had already gotten you extremely enlarged, hard and spewing pre-cum for me to taste. I swallowed you, little by little taking my time, it would be better to thank you slowly, take my time. Let the heat in my butt cool as much as possible, for this round at least.
You tasted so good, hot sex scent steamed from the underside of your ball sac; it was more inviting than even dinner was. I love sucking your cock, it was the taste of authority, and your gag made repeated reminders, that you were my Alpha, and I must remember, you set rules for reasons, and enforce them with anguish when broken. I continued to heave your muscle in and out of my mouth, when again my head was tugged backwards, by a chunk of my hair.

I literally screamed louder than I normally would with the kids in the house, especially during one of my spankings, it was time for round two, and my ass was the target again.

“Climb back over, let’s sees, if the paddle will help you remember to not be dishonest.”

“I wasn’t dishonest Matt?”

“Tsk Tssk, you did to, I asked what happened on the phone when you called, and you said nothing about the kids fighting until I was there, and they were still fighting and bickering between themselves in front a police officer, and their principle. You should have said the truth from the beginning.”

I wailed again and stood up and felt you guide me properly over the edge of the bed this time; you raised yourself from the sitting position and stood directly behind me, aiming the paddle to line it up with my slightly pink ass. Target must have been rather good. The first crack made me yelp like a dog, and start the begging of nooos, and sorriest all over again. I know the cries of pleases would fall a pond deaf ears, but they are uncontrollable words to a sorry wife, and I couldn’t help but bellow and plead them with all that I had.

You layered the expressions family paddle over every inch of my butt, more times than I probably care to remember, let alone even of felt. The ones to my sit spot stung, and the beet red centers of my ass cheeks were throbbing. As you finished up the paddling, you made sure to get several good licks to the back of my legs, making sure, if I wore shorts, everyone would see a few good marks. The paddling stopped, and I recoiled off the edge of the bed, and sunk back into the fetal position on our bedroom floor beside the bed.

You reached and heaved me back up to my feet, flung my body onto our bed, belly down. I gulped, with the thought of your next move. It was time for some thanking, what hole would need to be the victim thanking you. With that thought, I felt you shove your first two fingers up my cunt; slowly pulling it back out, feeling my hot wet pussy. I moaned loudly, and you smack my ass, making me jump and whence, ouch.

“Shame on you!” You smack my rump again, then returning your fingers to my even hotter pussy, thrusting them in and out. It purred and I couldn’t help its quivering, it felt so good to feel the pleasure stimulating me, you took your time fingering my orifice before, I felt you climb on the top of my backside, and start thrusting your sizeable cock into my tight pussy, you moaned loudly in my right ear. I cried in discomfort, but moaned with desires and the pleasures of your rough throbbing of my cunt. You fucked my pussy hard, never stopping your thrusting hips. You would not stay in any rhythm, just harsh and over and over again. Your hips violated every move, my pussy was raw, and I felt every plunge of you cock assaulting my pussy. You stop and removed your tool, flip me over on my back and folded me in half. Returned your cock and resumed the assault from a new direction. Another 15 minutes of pounding my vagina walls, and you exited my pussy, removing you cock and replacing it with your tongue.

Oh your tongue felt so good, you sucked my clit and brought me seconds from my orgasm, then as soon as I was about to scream in pleasure, you smacked my inner thighs hard three times, making me cry in pain instead. You’re not going there yet young lady; let me get your third spanking over.

“No, Matt, please not your belt. My bottom is so sore, and I’m petrified of it.

“For good reason, you should be afraid of it, and you are getting it whether you beg and plead “NO”, or not, my suggestion is shut up and turn your ass over and prepare for it little lady. Lets’ see, I think six good ones for your adolescent behavior. You know better than to argue back with our children, how is that teaching them not argue in inappropriate places and times.”

I bawled boiling tears at your words, and turned my posterior over, so I would land flat on my stomach. Tucking my hands underneath me, so I would not be tempted to grab at any of the six lashes I was going to get for breaking a house rule myself. I was so ashamed and wanted the belting to be over when I finally felt the first blow. The hiss of the belt crack my ass and I flung over showing my sex part, I screamed your name, “MATT, please, not so hard”.

“Wife gets your ass back up on display. Do not tell me how hard to spank it. Is it now you want to start voicing some authority?”

“No, Matt noo I am sorry” I rolled my body back over, and resume my hands under me, holding my throbbing pussy tight with my fingers. I feared the belt would hit and land with the end of it snapping my inner thighs near part of my sex. The second and third whips of the belt were like sizzling strips of bacon frying in a pan; instead however, they were red-hot slashes from the after effect, performed by you, with the belt you put on daily. I squirmed with the fiery welts rising, and three more trashes would be dealt down across my searing butt.

You released the first two hissing whips of the belt, landing them straight across my sit spot, only stopping for 5 seconds, before cracking the third one harder than pure hell, landing it on top of the last two. I lay sobbing holding my crotch with extreme pressure. You toss the leather belt onto the bed, and grabbed my legs, dragging my frame across our bed. The position was perfect.

Your hands grabbed my incredibly assaulted ass cheeks and separated them far apart. My rosebud was so tight that it was going to hurt like hell when you attack its well-hidden cavity. I felt your tongue touch it, it felt so good. My body overcame it’s self with hot flashes of eagerness to completely be submissive to your every desire. You licked my ass crack up and down, stopping to bite my sore ass cheeks. Your hands push mine away from my clit and as you start to push your tongue in my ass, I feel you thumb massage my clit, and your two fingers found their way back into my heated pussy. I moaned, as you tongued my crack, making my sex drip with cunt juices all over you hand.

“Your so wet dear, that I need no oil for you asshole, you can take my cock nice and slippery with you own pussy nectar as your lubricant.” I panic as you climbed on top, still spreading my ass far apart for the arrival of your apparatus. It started to puncture my muscle. I coughed and screamed quietly, forcing my face into the bed, I would need to muffle my cries; the children did not need to hear me cry in such penetrating painful pleasures. You battered my ass for over 20 minutes, smacking it, pounding it hidden muscle, making me cum over and over again. I begged you repeatedly please; let me finish you off with my mouth. You would deny me, and slam your dick in my ass even harder, making me wail and feel so ashamed of breaking your house rule.
Matt you fucked me so hard that night; I didn’t want to get out of the bed the next day. I knew I had to, and I did. You planned many family functions for all of us that day, and enjoyed watching me suffer while doing it. I knew you would make us all go to the beach when I laid there and went to sleep that night. The glimpses of my still red well beaten ass in my swim suit, was going to reassure me and you; I would get another well sounded pounding in my ass and pussy again tonight with your hard sex tool. I hoped this time however, I am not denied the delicious taste of your cock finishing off in my throat.

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“HOUSE OF TEARS”

It was a Friday evening and Abby was nervous and cooking supper for her family.

Abby wondered how this could have happened. Why did it happen?

Her luck sucked, and when she thought she might have got away with something; it would always ultimately fail and come rolling down leaving her with a wretched ass; this time it would no doubt end that way too.

It had all started out as a normal day. Abby ran some errands, came home, got the mail, and went into the house to prepare supper. The trouble in her stomach started when she went through the mail. There was a ticket from an out of town trip she had taken Dallas her son on with a new friend and his mother a few weeks back; it was a trip Matt said would be a bad idea when Abby had brought it up for her son one evening.

It wasn’t so much the money Abby was worried about, it was only $50. It was for not coming to a complete stop before turning right on red.

“How was she going to explain the location of the ticket?”

“It was issued from totally different city she had told Matt her and Dallas were in.”

“Gotta love those hidden cameras,” Abby muttered out loud.

As much as she hated to, Abby knew she had to tell Matt the complete truth. It would be far better than him finding out while paying her Credit Card bill. The truth would be better coming from Abby then another piece of mail telling their lie.

Matt would find out sooner or later anyway.

“Why make something so troubled even more problematic?” Abby said to an empty house.

Matt didn’t mention to Abby that Dallas had already mentioned the trip to him, and he had told his son no.

He could of told her that when she was inquiring about it that night.

Dallas had several lower test grades, been spanked for not getting work done around the house; and Matt frankly felt he didn’t need nor deserve to go at this time.

And had told Dallas that and said “NO!”

Dallas ignored to tell his mother he had already also talked to his dad about the trip weeks before; ultimately getting his mother to agree to asking Daddy once again, but now using his mother to do it instead.

He surely hadn’t thought that using his mother as his personal victim would come back and haunt his ass either.

Abby took a deep breath in, looked at the clock and realized that it was almost time for the children to arrive home from school. She finished cleaning up the kitchen and put the casserole in the oven. Then she sat down to wait for her children.

She would have to tell Dallas first about the ticket that came in the mail and what it all meant for them both possibly when Daddy found out.

Abby shook in worry, and hot tears were creeping to the corners of her eyes when suddenly she heard her youngest daughter Emma’s voice coming through the garage door.

“MOMMMYYY, Anna said she wouldn’t help me ride my bike today, she said she would yesterday don’t you remember mommmmieee.” Emma’s minor voice could be so loud when she felt someone was cheating her on something they’d promised to do with her.

Emma was every bit Matt’s daughter when it came to respect; making sure you’re keeping your word to the things you say you will do, and not do.

“Anna help your sister now you said you would last night when you girls were cleaning up for bed.” Abby scolded Anna for not keeping word.

“Don’t forget you helmet Emma if Daddy comes home early and see’s you without one your bottom will be stung a second time this week.”

“Yess yes mommy ohhh I won’t forget this time.” Emma said turning swishing her ash blond hair then sticking her tongue out at Anna, but making sure mommy could not see her. Emma stops and revisions the sting her bottom felt the last time she was caught without her helmet on.

Emma throws her Snow White backpack into her bedroom, grabs her helmet from her door, and rubs her butt in memory of the helmet rule.

Anna rolled her eyes, and put her backpack down just inside her bedroom door. She changed out of her school cloths, and into some outside clothing suitable for playing with her little sister.

Anna particularly didn’t like playing with Emma, she was Daddy’s little snitch most of the time. Both Anna and Dallas had learned to watch and keep their eyes and ears open when it came to their littler sister.

One evening Daddy even said, “Emma has too learned that an ass whipping hurts. She will eventually stop telling and tattling on her closest allies, “her siblings.”

“Until she learns suffering beyond what she already knows, she will continue to be the rat which makes sure her siblings suffer at the fate of her snitching.” Matt’s exact words one night when Anna and Dallas both were up for the family paddle.

Emma had snitch on them for leaving her at the park by herself; while they ran across the street to the party store too get some candy.

They even shared the candy with the little brat, and she still told on them.

The evening Dallas went to his mother and asked for help with getting to go on the trip just happened to be an evening Matt was mad at Anna; Dallas’s older sister.

Dallas talked to his mother about the trip, and convinced her since Daddy was angry, and he needed to give an answer tomorrow morning to his friend’s mother would she, “please please be the one to talk to Daddy about it that night.”

Abby agreed and told Dallas she would talk to Daddy, and then call the friends mother in the morning. It made Dallas happy and at that time, and their house was doomed with screams and panic from her eldest daughter’s whipping she was getting for from Daddy down the hall when Dallas choose to ask.

Anna getting caught skipping school again was her worse nightmare that day.

Abby talked to Matt that evening; and Matt explained he felt it was not safe, nor a good time for Dallas to just go to another city and hang with other friends for two days.

Even if the mother was a responsible single woman, Matt did not want their son going.

Abby didn’t press the issue; Matt would have frowned upon any debate out of Abby at that moment especially a debate involving what he felt was correct for their children.

She would just figure out how to tell Dallas, “no” in the morning; and would instead turn and give her attention to his Daddy the man Abby couldn’t resist.

Abby got weak and decided to find a way to give-in to Dallas’s want.

Dallas wanted to go; Abby really like Dallas’s new friends mother and felt she could get to know her better if she just joined them. So when she called the friends mother in the morning she really had a hard time saying no.

Abby thought it would be fine he could have fun with a friend and not get his heart broke with the words, “no, you can’t go!”

Abby explained that Matt had a few issues with the boys going alone with just her, so offered to go and even be the driver.

Abby, knowing Matt as well as she did would not tell him the truth. He had already said no, and her finding ways to let Dallas go and get his way would surely end in a wrong type of discussion for her.

Keeping quiet and explaining to Matt she would go see a cousin upstate instead was the plan and she would take Dallas with her.

Keep it simple, and uncomplicated would be the best way to pull off the lie and deceit Abby was planning, and no one would know the wiser especially Daddy.

Matt would have no idea Abby absolutely figured on it. If she just kept her plans clear-cut and not talk about them overly too much; Matt would ask very little questions.

In which he didn’t.

Coming home from a long day Matt breathes a sigh of relief when he pulls into his driveway.  He was home his favorite place.

Seeing Emma and Anna playing, and Emma wearing a helmet was delighting.

His job was overly difficult and stressful, and at times spread out making him travel often.  Many times he had to ask his wife what day it was, just before he went to work, simply because it was necessary to make sure everyone’s schedule was still on track with his.

Coming home was always a better experience for Matt when he felt everyone was optimistic and lively with life, but completely respectful, dutiful to their responsibilities were first on their minds.

Well-trained in obedience.  He expected this.

He parked the car in the garage and closed the door behind him.

He enters his home to escape his dreary stressful week.  As soon as he enters through the door he calls out to let his wife like always letting her know he arrived home.

“Abby!  I’m home.”

He wanders lazily through the dining room to find his wife laying her head on the dining room table.

“How’s your day been babe?”

Abby looked up at her husband and felt a pain in the pit of her tummy. “It was… I…” She looked down at the floor blinking back tears. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

Matt is taken back by his wife’s words.  Assuming the worst he moves to comfort her, thinking that a family member of his must have died.

“What’s the matter, Abby?” “Take your time and tell me, and relax my dear.”

He puts his arm around her consoling for whatever pain she’s feeling and kisses the top of her head.

“Tell me” He says grabbing her face looking into her eyes with sympathy passion.

Abby leaned into her husband, letting herself feel secure in his durable arms, at least for the moment she needed them arm, and him like this. She took a few moments to steady herself, and then said, “It was or is… I’m sorry; I don’t know why I did it.” Abby stopped and looked away not sure how to continue.

She had already informed Dallas that she would tell Daddy of the ticket and the reasons she had to do it. Dallas understood more then he acted.

This was definitely going to end in a house full of tears.

Dallas secretly hoped, somehow his father would not remember the discussion they had. He doubted, but Matt’s children only had optimism.

Abby had felt bad for lying that entire weekend they were gone as it was.

Dallas left in huff out of the kitchen mad at her and not understanding how the law could trap someone and take a picture; then tell on them later. Abby told Dallas to just go get his chores and weekend homework started before the casserole was done. She would be the one to explain everything to Daddy.

She kept the promise.

Right now though she didn’t quite know what to do.

She didn’t want to spring the ticket on Matt as soon as he walked in the door, but she didn’t want him to think she would hide it from him either. Finally she decided on leaving it with the mail, and told Matt that she got a ticket and she was sorry.

“It was for not completing the stop, I thought I stopped.  Abby started to explain.

“I usually always come to a complete stop.” Abby apologize to her husband and kept her eyes darting around doing everything not to look at him in the eyes.

“My goodness Abby the fear written on your face, I was for sure something much deeper than a ticket happened.” Matt started feeling a little relieved, but scolded Abby in a tone of annoyance with her fear of receiving a ticket would be that great.

“I am not saying this is alright Abby, but you scared me with the expression of anguish all over your face.”

“Where’s the ticket I will pay it tonight; and you will pay up later young lady.” Matt walked by Abby slapping her fanny just a tad. Abby whence and silently screamed in her head. Hot tears formed again in her eyes.

She would have to stop them however, and continue with her afternoon.

“I’ll be in my office, when will that supper be done?” Matt asked.

“In an hour babe, I will come get you or send one of the children.” Abby replied.

“He’d see the date and the city on his own time in his office.” Abby thought to herself.

It should be obvious she wasn’t trying to hide; she just didn’t have the courage to tell him what she had really done straight to his face. He should figure it out tonight. He paid bills on the third Friday each month and of course Abby’s luck again it would be tonight.

“God”, she pleaded he saw whatever he needed to tonight, if he hadn’t said anything within a few hours after supper she’d mention it again.

“Or should I?” Abby thought.

If nothing else, Abby didn’t want to postpone her lying any longer; telling the truth might hurt, but by far it could save something, and that something was always feared; and saving it could benefit your bottom in many physical ways.

About an hour later Abby sent Emma to get Daddy and let him know it was supper time.

Abby wasn’t for sure if Matt’s demeanor seemed irritated over the fact that Emma was still bickering over Anna saying she wouldn’t help earlier, or if it was because he had figured out the date and city of the ticket.

“Emma STOP IT!” Abby yelled.

“Your sister did what she said she would. Now get over your problem and leave her alone.”

Supper seemed to breeze through rather fast, and when Matt finally asked the last question to seal Dallas and Abby’s fate for the rest of the evening both of them set awkward in their chairs; staring at Daddy with extreme distress in their face.

“Dallas why don’t you explain to your mother the discussion you and I had 3 weeks prior to the both of you attending a weekend of, “indoor waterpark fun?” Matts question seared like a doom right through both Abby and Dallas entire body.

Abby felt her heart skip about 3 beats, she shot her eyes in the direction of her son asking the question, “YES TELL ME DALLAS you had a discussion about going on this trip with your dad?”

Dallas’s word’s become erratic and babbles of nothing but, I… I… Mommy, but I mommy, didn’t I mommy… I … I did mommy but… but… mommy.”

The boyish and babyish babbles of knotty twisted words Dallas was trying to get out of his mouth made Abby furious with anger. She knew her ass was going to pay, “her thighs would be included for sure”, and Dallas was sitting their trying everything to get himself out of trouble with her and his father.

She knew Matt was going to find many rules she had broken and beat her ass.

All the dishonesty, deceiving, lying, and not to forget the actual ticket stung Abby throughout her entire body, and that little brat of hers she called, “son”, did it, and she fell for it.

Abby’s motivating anger blew to levels that very seldom their children seen, but she reached out and smack Dallas a crossed his mouth, and before he or anyone else could react she smack it again, and Dallas fell out of his chair.

Emma jump from her chair in fear and ran for the hallway. Her little legs never moved so fast.

Anna sat froze looking at her Daddy.

Matt didn’t move he started exactly what he intended to start. Now, he was going to sit back and watch all the anguish unfold for his son, and then give him a whipping he’d never forget himself.

As far as Abby goes, she is never forgotten about especially if she broke any of her husband’s house rules. Matt made sure of that.

Abby grabbed Dallas by the arm and hauled him back to his feet, “HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME YOUR GO BETWEEN!  YOU HAD ALREADY BEEN TOLD NO.” Abby was pissed and she only seen revenge for the moment.

How dare her son do this?  Why?

“YOUNG MAN, YOU KNOW THAT GOING BEHIND OUR BACK IS DELIBERATE Deviance AND IT IS NOT TOLERATED.” Abby forceful words and compelling anger to spank her sons ass hard for what he had just did took over; and nothing but her sons, “BUTT” was going to make the anger go away until she displayed some painful art work to his ass.

Abby grabbed for her chair again; Dallas’s wrist tightly grasped with the strength of all her fingers wrapped around it, she yanks and tugs at Dallas’s blue shorts pulling them down; leaving him stomping and begging for mommy to not whoop his ass.

Anna watched with smugness in her eyes, but kept quiet, for she knew if she was caught glorifying in her brothers humiliations and punishment, she’d get it next.

Abby reached on the table and grabbed for the wooden cutting board that had a nice firm handle craved out for proper holding. However, today she was going to make it bite her son’s ass in an agonizing way.

Abby moved her right leg up some to get a better position and grip on Dallas, she was going to land a series of blows to Dallas’s ass and sit spots he’d never forget. He immediately started bucking and squirming to try to get out of the line of fire.

Dallas failed under his mother’s strength and she let him have it without mercy.

“YOU BETTER, slap-slap, START USING YOUR NOGGIN slap-crack, MISTER, YOUR FATHER AND I, crack-whack, WILL NOT TOLERATE ANY OF YOU CHILDREN, thwack-crack, USING US AGAISNT EACH OTHER, slap-whap, TO GET WHAT YOU WANT.” Abby kept a good rhythm going of snaps and cracks to Dallas’s backside and continued scolding.

“I CAN NOT BELIEVE, wallop- whack, YOU LIED TO ME.  Spank- smack.  MADE ME, thump- smack, THE SCAPEGOAT, AND THEN YOU, smack- bash, WERE GOING TO SIT HERE AND, wallop- slap, START TALKING LIKE A BABY, spank- slap, TRYING TO SQUIRM YOUR WAY, smack -whack, OUT OF BEING IN TROUBLE WITH ME.” Spank- wallop…

Dallas cried hard with each hit landing to his sit spots, it really stung and he was horrified in the painful humiliation his ass was receiving from the assaults of his mother’s angry mannerism.

He shook; sniffling as he struggled with a small amount of strength he had left his young body.

Unfortunately for Dallas, Abby’s will-power for tearing her sons ass up for doing this to her was going to never be forgotten by anyone who had eyes, ears, and ultimately the ass she was whooping that witness the spanking of Dallas that evening.

Dallas would feel it.

“I’m sorry Mommy… I’m sorry Daddy.” Dallas wailed over and over again.

Abby not caring in the least he was crying hysterically with fear and out of pain. Instead she just continued the spanking as though she couldn’t hear his begging or pleading.

Apparently, she felt his cries were neither distressed nor sincere enough yet for her liking.

Anna couldn’t help but look on in horror. This was much worse than she thought it would be.  The spanking continued and she watched her brother get his bottom spanked over and over again by her mother.

“Ouch” She thought, looking on in semi- amusement, but still with compelling sympathy for her brother.

Her bottom started feeling the phantom pains of past spankings. The familiar sounds of the cutting board hitting her brother’s bare bottom, his screams of despair filling the entire house made her decide to close her eyes and just sit without moving.

“Maybe she should have asked to be excused.” Anna thought to herself.

Emma had gotten up and ran earlier, and for good reason; she would hide and cover her eyes and ears. However, she did not ask to be excused.

The sounds of agony coming from her brother would be better muffled under her pink covers and with a Backyardiagns pillow crunched tightly over her little frightened head.

Anna now regretted she didn’t get up and excuse herself too.

Dallas was sobbing as the spanking continued and didn’t realize his mother had stopped for a moment to speak to him, but still replied with a weak, “Yeessss mommieeee,” and then prayed that his spanking was almost over since his ass felt like an inferno.

He didn’t have to worry, he would yell for sure in agony when his Daddy finally stopped his mother from spanking him and he took over himself.

“I CANNOT BELIEVE, spank-whap, DALLAS, I TOOK YOU BECAUSE, smack-slap, I DIDN’T WANT TO SEE THE PAIN, crack-thwack, IN YOUR EYES, whap-smack-spank-crack, AND YOU DIDN’T THINK ABOUT THE PAIN, whack-snap-crack-spank, YOU HAVE NOW CAUSED ME.”  Whap-whap-whap

“YOU LIED, whap-smack AND DIDN’T TELL ME, whap-whap, DADDY ALREADY, whap-slap, TOLD YOU NO.” wallop-wallop, Abby scolded and rained the board over his little crimson ass.

She showed no pity.

Meanwhile, Matt was calm and focused on staring at his son get a wholesome respectable ass beating from his mother. He felt he deserved it, and was enjoying the show with intense pleasure.

YOUR DADDY, whap-whap-whap IS GOING, smack-spank-smack, TO SPANK THE FUCK, whack-thwack-whap OUT OF BOTH OF US, spank-whap-slap.

All of a sudden Matt’s voice in it’s thunderous and demanding tone stops everything, “That’s enough Abby!”

Anna jump and asks real quick, “may I be excused please?”

“YES!” Daddy replies

Anna finally removes herself. Her feet hit the edge of hallway and she makes a mad run for her own bedroom.

Abby glares at Matt with a look of annoyance. She felt more spanking was needed to make her point across to her son; she stops however and looks at Matt while letting Dallas roll of her lap to the floor holding his butt, crying and sobbing.

“GET IN THE GARAGE DALLAS!” Matt reached down and grabbed his son; flinging him to his feet once again and walking him towards the garage door by his upper arm. He was going to whip his son’s ass unforgivingly.  Matt even felt removing his son, and his screams from the house would be necessary.

Looking back at Abby with intense crossness Matt instructs with his powerful pitch, “Go to our room now Abby don’t come out!”

Abby walked fast for their bedroom; she closed the door behind her and set down at her vanity table.

“MY Goodness!” she thought putting her head between her knees rocking her body back and fourth.

Meanwhile Matt had his son in the garage.

“Son, you better start using better judgment. You using you mother was downright stupid.” Dallas’s tried hard listen to these words he was hearing.

“Yess, father, yes!” However, was the only thing he could sputter out of his mouth.

His fear was intensified with why Daddy had yanked him by his arm into the garage. Only to soon realize it was because Daddy was going to whip his for every loving ass with a leather strap he had seen him sharping blades with a time or two.

Matt through his son over a saw horse he used mainly for cutting wood.

Dallas gasped as it was not only cold, but the terror in his soul went from what he thought was ultimate to even a higher level of horror.

Matt waste no time putting his large hand to the small of his sons back and unleashing  the first four thwack of the rawhide strap, making Dallas’s legs kick and frail while his knees kept hitting the outer frame of the saw horse, adding more physical pain Dallas would realize he had later.

Again another four lashes would land on his bottom and he could hear his Daddy scolding him, but could only understand the emphasized words of “If you disregard me when I tell you NO ever again” and “I swear young man this is nothing compared to what will happen!” was all that Dallas could hear.

Matt released his pressure and left Dallas hanging bent over the saw horse limp sobbing, and regretting the horrible decision he made to use his mother as a scapegoat. He honestly never thought it would work, and when it did without fail he was good with it, but now regretted.

Dallas felt his body heaved back to standing on his feet. His legs wobbled.

“Get back in that house young man and stand in my corner.”

A corner Matt had built purposely in his house for his kids to stand in. In most angles of their homes bottom floor, you would be able to see someone standing in it. Punished for sure and naked from the waist down if they were lucky to keep the humility.

Something they lost as they grew older and still needed punishment for being disobedient.

Dallas walked being drugged by his arm and sore beaten ass to the corner and stands with his legs still quivering and shaking visibly to anyone who looked in his direction. His red swollen butt cheeks would hurt for a very long time.

Matt walks down the hallway and into the bedroom startling Abby to her feet.

“Your daughter Emma needs spanked Abby right now.”

“Huh? What? Matt why?” Abby said confused for a moment.

“Our children will not run when their siblings are being punished in front of them.” Matt said annoyed.

“Emma never asked to be excused from that table” Matt said pointing his finger towards their open bedroom door.

Abby swallowed hard and took off towards Emma’s room.

Emma was sitting on her bed now coloring instead of hiding her face.

“Emma let’s go!” Abby said walking into Emma’s pink painted bedroom with fairy art all over and grabbing her by her wrist.

Emma could see the stressed reaction on her mother’s face and knew for some reason she was about to have a sore bottom also.

Emma had thought about it a few seconds after running from the dinner table, how she had forgotten to ask if she could be excused, but then quickly forgot about the possible issue it could cause her as she laid in fear for her brother’s bottom.

Abby drugged her youngest daughter out of her bedroom and into the hallway. She stopped and grabbed a hairbrush out of the bathroom sending Emma into a panic of phrases.

“NOo, mommy no, why why mommieee, not the hairbrush.” Emma squealed and tried desperately to keep up with her mother’s pace, but pulling backward with a slight protest.

“Emma you know better than to leave our dinner table without asking.” Abby spoke firmly.

“Because Dallas was getting spanked did NOT give you a right to leave it. UNDERSTOOD?”

Emma wailed and whined as Abby tugged her jeans and white colored panties down, immediately causing Emma to get goose bumps down her golden-colored bare flesh and screeching at the top of her lungs.

“I WON’T DO IT AGAIN MOMMmmmmY!”

It was too late though, Abby had her daughter over her knee kicking and bucking with her legs wildly. The first smack was loud even Dallas turned his head just a twinge, but not enough around in fear his eyes would see his Daddy’s.

Abby spanked Emma good for about a minute and a half; leaving her bottom an oval mess of hot red spots then placed her in an opposite corner of her son.  She glanced at her son’s bottom and naturally almost chokes on her own reality of what was yet to still come for her.  She turns and just headed for her bedroom without being directed, she knew to go.

Matt follows.

Anna notices her parents walking back up the hallway and starts to chant quietly sticking her fingers in her ears trying to plug them, “No No Not mommy not my mommy.”

“No No Not mommy not my mommy.”

Abby goes straight for the corner she stands in when she knows Matt is pissed.

“GET OUT, and get into that bathroom Abby.” Matt’s voice was distinctly calm and demanding.

Abby quickly did as she was told peeling her clothes off as she went. There was no need to assume anymore that they were going to stay on her body and she was sweating out of fear and anger under them anyways.

Matt wasted no time. He set on the toilet and dragged Abby across his knee and started spanking her forceful with his hand.

“You will be sorry young lady. I should never come home after a hard week of work to find added bills in our mail. You are by far lucky you told me it came today and not tried to hide it even longer.” Matt was furious and his palm landed over and over again alternating from one ass cheek to other; making Abby start to plead under her breath, “ohh ohhh!”

“Since it happened though, I would have of least liked the respect of you not adding additional stress by making me find out the bill is a ticket that you got why defying my answer to both you and Dallas’s request for him to go to a water park.”

The heated words of the scolding spewing out of Matt’s mouth was just as bad as the spanking he was giving with his palm.

He spanked Abby for a full good five minutes before letting her off his knee.

“However, today I have not only found an additional expense, and THE UTTER DISRESPECT OF MY WIFE, but I found realization that she doesn’t care about putting her life and other ones lives on the line when I’m not around to see and stop it.”

“Get your hairbrush Abby and lean over body over the tub; and by goodness place you ass right and high.”

Abby crawled towards the middle drawer of the bathrooms double sink cabinet. She grabbed her wooden hair brush Matt bought for her when they got married, and handed it to Matt.

She didn’t want to protest anything. She would lose and losing she knew she had already done.

Matt brought himself down onto his knee’s placing his hands in between Abby’s legs, feeling for the opening of her sex. He jams his first two fingers into it. Abby yelps and her legs fall spread further apart.

She lifts her head, and Matt shoves it back down into the interior of the tub, “DON’T TRY TO GET UP Abby!”

Matt continues to slam his fingers into her holes and finds her rosebud with his thumb, sending Abby clenching and trying hard to move away from the insertion of his thumb into her dark hole.

It works, and Abby goes back to feeling Matt spanked her for another five minutes merciless with the hairbrush.  The hairbrush begins to fall in a crisp and steady thump, swapping cheeks at about the frequency of one per second. To insure no one spot gets too much application, Matt adjusts his aim slightly so he moves the brush around to get all of the spank able bare surface areas. Unfortunately for Abby, this requires that a worthy amount of blows need to land on the very sensitive spot sitting just above her thighs

From previous experiences, Abby knew it would probably not be long before Matt journeys down a couple of inches further to incorporate the fragile meat on the backs of her upper legs. When he starts spanking that naked flesh it will truly take very little effort for Matt to give Abby an insufferable whopping. At critical points in his lecture and spanking he punctuates himself with particularly hard swats, using the hairbrush as an important exclamation point. At the very slightest it shouldn’t be difficult for Abby to understand what he was most concerned about.

Abby’s bottom was now a blistering mess of purple blotches and she cried openly as her face was hanging into the tub. She felt Matt stand up and heard him but the hairbrush away. She however didn’t move just hung and sobbed.

“Get in the shower Abby. We’re going to take care of you lying right now.”

Abby lifts her body and turns the knob to the shower turning the water on. She raises herself to her feet and stands watching Matt undress. She swallows hard as she watches him pull his belt from his jeans loops and places on the sink’s counter top.

Matt moves by her and climbs in; grabbing her wrist and yanking Abby in with him. He hits the knob and the shower starts.

Abby whelps loudly when the hot water hits her raw ass. Matt laughs and holds her there.

“OWWiee!” Abby cries

Matt shoves Abby to her knees and she stays there with her eyes closed at least until she feel Matt grabbing her by the hair and shoving her head in the crack of his soapy ass telling Abby, “If you want to know what lying is going to get you I will show you young lady. It will get you the humiliation of eating my soapy asshole.”

Abby did just that, gagging on the soap and not the thought of having to pleasure her husband that way. Abby rarely lied for she hated soap in her mouth, not her husband’s desire to make her eat his ass when he had wanted her too, that would have been fine, but this was not supposed to be fine, or fun in anyway.

Abby licked his ass, and burrowed her tongue into his anus, she placed one hand on his nut-sack and held his balls as the other hand helped hold his ass cheeks apart. She softened his asshole muscle and made Matt actually groan several times.

Her hurting bottom was by far smarting as the pressure from the shower’s nozzle rained hard pressurized water on her backside. Although she continued to examine her husband’s darkest hole by circling her tongue around and in and out of it with an unremarkable desire to make him feel euphoric.

When Abby finished licking and sucking on Matt ass, eventually the warm water she tasted was just that, and not of a mixture of soap and water. She would enjoy eating his ass for a while. Well until Matt had met his maximum blood flow engorging his large cock, and made her stop.

Matt shut the water off and took the towel from around the bar and wrapped himself in it; grabbing Abby by her wrist and guiding her wet body over and out the tub he lead her to their bed; carefully positioning her over a few pillows demanding her to spread those legs far far apart to stop any clenching that would make the bruising worse. He was going to lay on some good thrashes from his belt to Abby crimson ass.

Matt standing in his towel gave Abby more than two dozen licks with his belt, she screamed and hollowed. Her legs thrashed and jerked as she did her best to stay in position. However, a few times she knew the belt did not land in the desired spot Matt had intended it to, which made him angrier and the next few licks were twice as hard in strength.

He would lay the belt against her exposed behind measuring the distance.

“I need you to acknowledge that what you did was wrong and that you deserve this whipping, Abby.” he said calmly, and waited.

“I am sorry Matt, I deserve it I deserve IT. I promise I I prom om, om Promise.”

“Now tell me why I spanked you.”

“I I lied, I I was wrong, I did not stop, I I lied, I weakened, I nooooooooo better, pleeeassse Matt please, I won’t dis disreeee dis reee disrespect you again.” Abby responded with hiccups and hot tears flowing down her red face.

Matt added about 6 more licks to Abby’s ass and she yelped and begs for him to forgive her and stop the spanking.

Matt did stop, and immediately went over and grabbed Abby’s hot blistered ass pulling her ass cheeks apart, and sending a stretching burn through her rectum. The burn then was replaced with the touch of Matt’s hot tongue; He licked and probed her rosebud.

Abby would arch her bottom up with the quivering sensation of Matt’s gentle hot tongue entering her hole; he then slipped his fingers into her hot soaked sex, and shoved his thumb into her ass. He fucked her hard like that why he rubbed her fiery bottom.

Abby moaned in pain and pleasure for almost 10 minutes as Matt sweetly started the ending to her own personal punishment.

He withdrew his hands and climbed on top, riding Abby doggy for a long time, her pubic bone hurt and was bruising from the slam of Matt’s hips into them, he then finally withdrew and found the tightly wound muscle in between Abby’s ass cheeks, and took one stifling painful shove and hurled his cock right up into his wife’s ass muscle.

Anna looked up from her vampire book as a tear ran down her face. She would continue to hear the screaming and coughing of mommy sentences that Daddy was dishing out.

Abby was enduring one of the most painful retribution she had in a long time, and the weekend had just begun.

Matt had his house right where he wanted, full of tears. However, while lying in bed that evening and after Abby had stopped her crying and hiccupping she rolled over and buried her face into the warmth of her husband’s chest, he looked down at Abby and kissed her forehead.

“You know Matt; I am going to spank you too.” Abby said meekly.

“You are huh?”

“Yes Matt”

“And what for Abby?” Matt asked.

“You should have told me you already told that boy No.”

“I know Mam” Let your butt heal and well talk about it.

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 “Anna cries”

Abby had gone shopping all day with some friends; she left Anna in charge of Emma, and let Dallas go to a friend’s house for the day. When she drove up the driveway, and noticed Matt must had come home earlier, she got butterflies in her stomach as though something was not quite right.

Pulling into the garage and grabbing the packages from the stores, she noticed the Matt’s computer briefcase was missing from the back floor. She couldn’t of left the doors unlocked, “did she?”, because Matt’s had called and warned her it was in her car, just not long after leaving for work this morning.

Abby stood in the garage trying to think of what to say when Matt asks for the briefcase; he would look for her to be bringing into the house. Abby however was taken by surprise, with the screams she heard coming from her eldest daughter. Abby went into the house hastily and set everything down on the floor, walking through the kitchen and directly down the hall to Anna’s room.

Matt struck Anna’s bottom with the belt over and over again, then recognizes that Abby was standing in the doorway.

“Good, I am glad your home Abby. Did you know today I found your daughter smoking, and to make her misery worse, Dallas showed me where she has been hiding shots of liquor she been stealing from our private bar?”
Anna sobbed; you could tell that Matt had spanked her furiously, and without mercy. Her legs showed the crisscrosses of his leather belt; and the cherry red centers to both cheeks looked like the paddle was not only used to warm the ass, but to set it up for a blistering.

Anna continued to cry into her pillow, begging daddy for no more that she would never smoke, or drink again. She kept face down, lying on her belly with her hands underneath her hips, so she wouldn’t get them in the way. Her legs withered and slide against her purple comforter. Her bottom hurt so terrible that she couldn’t help but dry-heave between times of trying to catch her breath.

Matt told Abby to get dinner ready, and on the table, he had to go pick Dallas up, and then knocked on Emma’s door and told her she could come out and help mommy get dinner around. Emma looked at her daddy with extreme anxiety; she hadn’t done anything wrong, but was scared somehow she would. Listening to her sister get that spanking was panicking to her 6 year old soul.

Matt left; Abby and Emma left Anna to cry her punishment out and went to prepare dinner.

Abby dared not to give Anna the assurance of her and Daddy’s love. Matt would be furious, and she knew it. Discipline is delivered out of anger, and love is forgiving only when you feel their asses had paid up for the infraction.

After the kids went to bed, Matt came to Abby, “let’s go babe, into the bedroom.”

“I have some concerns you and I are going to deal with this evening.”

Abby follows Matt into the bedroom. Her eyes darting from the look on his face, to the floor; she could feel her body getting warm and creeping higher in temperature.

He closes the door behind him and locks it, so one of the children doesn’t walk in carelessly.

Matt wasted no time as she shut the door, “Young lady, I will not accept anyone making a mockery of the rules, or my authority. You are an intelligent young lady and know better than behaving like this. Apparently I have been letting you get away with too much of this in the past, but you’re stopping the clowning around now.”

Matt lectured and took a paddle from his back pocket.

“Young lady, you are going to learn how bad a decision you made today.”

“We need to have a discussion.”

“Matt, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were going to come home early, if I would have known I would have stayed home and made sure I was here.”

“I’ll would agree with maybe, “if you were here”, my daughter would not be smoking outside swinging on our swing set.” Matt said.

“I came home, my eldest daughter is smoking, and the youngest daughter is playing some game for adults with violence and sex in it.” Matt voice was rising with irritation.”

How is this happening with a stay at home mom in the house?” He demanded Abby to answer.

“Matt. I can’t be here every moment. I’m not perfect. I wanted to be with some friends today, shopping, enjoying each other company.”

“You get out every day, and have adult conversations, I am stuck teaching morals, and addition to children.”
“I am not asking for perfection, but something is wrong if my children think they can get away with disrespecting me, cuss in the house, smoke and plus I cannot believe that our 14year old daughter is stealing our liquors.” Matt voice was rising again and Abby stomachs felt like a butterfly party had started.

Abby shakes her head in a yes motion quickly. “Matt, I agree that’s a problem, and a big deal. But she’s a teenager. She’s going to try that stuff.”

“Yeah, she’s a teenager, but I expect you to be disciplining them during the day, when they are not in school. I don’t think you are doing that.”

“I try but they just don’t respond well all the time Matt.”

“Well they respond with me and you are just going have to get stricter. Now take off those clothes and get in the corner.”

“Please don’t Matt, I will get stricter, I promise. I don’t want a spanking.” Abby tears started to swell in her eyes, she unbuttoned her shirt and removed it from her shoulders, she took her bra and let it drape off, and swinging it, having it land over the top of her oversized bedroom chair.

She hesitated at her waistband of her jeans, she hung her head and repeated, “no, no, no plllease I will shape up Matt I will.”

“You heard me,” Matt said. “Don’t make me force you Abby, or it will I make this spanking twice as bad.”
Abby nods and obediently sheds her jeans and blue panties, her round white bottom bared. She felt the fine hair on her ass stand straight up, she knew how bad Matt’s disciplines could get, and she feared for her embarrassments and painful spanking.

Abby walks over to the corner and stands in it, placing her head, and resting in the crease; letting her face frown with disappointment of her future hour.

Matt couldn’t help admiring her body, especially her ass, as she shredded her jeans from her body, and positioned herself into the corner. However, Matt would remember why he was doing this. He held a paddle and took his belt off once again, laying it on the bed.

“You think about why you are standing there for a few minutes.” Matt instructed Abby to think about it.
“I’d like to know what you are doing all day that these children are being allowed to act like this right under our roof.”

“All I did was have lunch and shopping with some girlfriends, run some errands, honest Matt.”

“I didn’t know Anna was smoking and drinking, and I will spank Emma for playing a video game she was not a loud to have.”

“You must have left it out Matt; I don’t play those kinds of game.” Anna questioned her husband.
Matt sat on the bed with the paddle, “Abby you really want to throw balls toward my court right now?”
“No, Matt, I am sorry.” Abby replied.

“Well that’s coming to end for a while. I want these kids supervised now. If we can’t trust our 14 year old, then she needs to be watched.”

Abby nods her eyes on the paddle.

“Did I tell you to take your head out of the corner yet?”

“No sir” Abby says and quickly turns around, but she catches the computer brief case sitting in up against the dresser.

Abby stood in the corner for a few more minutes before she hears Matt say, “Okay come over here and get over my knee.”

Abby hesitates for a brief moment and then walks over to her husband’s side. She drapes herself across his lap, sinking her head to the floor, grabbing for something to help balance her. She trembled and whined as she placed herself in the proper position for correction.

Matt positions her a little more to his liking and then says, “Until further notice, you will not go out with your friends without permission from me. I will either be here with our children, or you will get a babysitter.”

“And you will take them with you to the store, no babysitter for that Abby.”

Anna is on restriction until we can learn to trust her again.”

“Yes sir” Abby agrees quietly.

Matt picks up the paddle and rested it on her behind for a minute.

“Now Abby, tell me why I am going to blister your bottom tonight?”

Abby whimpered, telling out loud the reason you are being spanked is humiliating, and made her feel like a little girl back in school, “Not being attentive and conscious, of our children’s discipline and house rules as I should be.”

“Yes correct!” Matt said, and he didn’t make her wait any second more. He brought the paddle down on her bottom firmly, and kept going in a slow rhythm at first.

Abby immediately begins wiggling her hips as the paddle catches spark to her bottom. Abby squealed at the stinging swats that strike her thighs. She tugged hard against her husband’s clutch, trying desperately to free her pinned arm, but he was much too sturdy.

Tears began falling from her eyes, hitting the carpet, as she realized that she was stuck in her tremendously exposed position, well until Matt chose to let her up.

He then rotated cheeks and got her sit spots pink. Abby begins kicking her legs a bit more with each crack.
“Ooow!! Matt stop!! Please!” Abby cried and wished she wouldn’t have left the house this morning. She didn’t think Matt would come home, let alone come home to what he did.

“No! I am just starting.”

“My wife should have been disciplining our children, not running around.” Matt intensified the paddle.

Abby was crying hard, overcome by a combination of pain and helplessness as Matt’s unpleasant punishment continued. When he spoke, it took her a second to process what he was saying. Abby let out a sob when she understood what he wanted, but her entire struggle was gone out of her, and she simply obeyed, by saying, “Yes”, and, “I understand”.

Sobbing hard, her bottom ached and burned, but she tried to remain still, frightened that any movement might provoke punishment to actually get harder and more assaulting.

Abby increases her kicks, squirms and cries.

“Oww, owwwieeee, no no, I don’t want nooooooo, mooore Matt, I’m sorry!!”

“I know Abby, but I am going to make sure you don’t forget this spanking any time soon.” He gives her ten last hard licks with the paddle and then says, “Now you will get the belt, young lady.”

You need to put some pillows under your hips and then place you self over the arm of your chair Abby.
Abby, crying from the paddling, inches her swollen ass over to the bed, grabs two pillows and stops to stare at Matt.

Matt walks towards happy raising the paddle as though he will start striking again, “you need more of this first.”

“NOOoo!” Abby winces, and moves faster towards the chair with her pillows. She piles the pillows up and lays over them placing her hips, bottom high, and her obedient soul over the arm.

“Are you sore?” Matt asks pinching Abby’s raw ass.

“Owww! Yes!” Abby squirms a bit over the pillows.

“Well you are going to be a lot sorer before I am done.”

“I shouldn’t have had to spank Anna for smoking, and then later for having alcohol.”

“I’m sorry Matt. I don’t know what’s gotten into her.”

He whacked Abby with the belt a few times on her sit spot with harsh force.

“NOT enough discipline is what’s gotten into her Abby.”

“You’re not paying enough attention to what they are doing; you’re not paying enough attention to much of anything right now.”

“Have you been locking your car doors every time you go into a store or business of some sort, young lady?”
Abby decides it would be best not to lie. “I try to Matt, and I will promise to more often.” She says through her hot spilling tears of guilt, knowing they brief case was sitting right there in her room, he must of did this himself.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! “Not often enough young lady, I was able to find your car, WHACK, at the mall and take my briefcase right out it.” WHAP! Abby could hear the swishing of the belt coming at her bottom through the air, and landing with incredible sting and the sound of loud pop. She would yelp.

“Owww! Abby’s legs start to kick with vengeance, as Matt lays one hot strip after another on her blistered ass.

Matt had given Abby the lecture that he had meant to give, and then became quiet, and just whipped her with the belt in a rhythmic fashion.

Abby remained lying over her pillows crying, and grasping onto the other side of the large chair. She wailed and cried with everything, promising Matt, she would never leave the car doors open again, “I, I pprr ppr paa promise Matt, I aha, I I will. I understand.”

“whawwww,I, I want up, I waaaanttt upppp!!” “nooo, hic-up, I I will pay mmmore attention, please please MATT.”
After her buttocks were blistered enough for Matt, he tended to her sit spots and thighs, releasing lash after lash to Abby’s tender areas. She would have trouble sitting down tomorrow; well the rest of the week. Matt sometimes spanked her in the evening as a part of foreplay, but this was totally discipline.

“Owww!!! I’m sorry!!” Abby sobbed and fell in submission.

When he really thought she was sorry, he put the belt down by his side, and let her cry for a few minutes while he rubbed her back.

“Should I have you get the hairbrush now Abby, teach you I mean what I say about spanking and punishing our children.” Matt continued a few more painful licks to Abby’s backside.

When the spanking finally stopped, Abby closed her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. She could not see what Matt was doing, but as long as he had stopped whipping her it didn’t matter.

“Please let me up now Matt,” she begged. “I swear I’ve learned my lesson.

The tears that had welled up in Abby’s eyes began overflowing again.

“No, Matt I don’t need the hairbrush too, please just let me up,” she begged desperately. “I’m so, so sorry I didn’t follow the rules again. My bottom hurts so much. I promise I will never neglect our children’s need for correction.

Abby cried over the pillows for a few moments. Eventually her sobbing was somewhat under control and her breathing more even. After a few more minutes her sobbing slowed even more, and then stopped, although tears still clouded her vision.

“I am so, so sorry I let you down,” she said quietly.

I just don’t like coming home to this kind of troubles Abby.” Matt spoke stern as always.

“I know Matt. And you shouldn’t have to. You do so much for us.”

He helps her up and sits her on his lap, letting her head rest against his shoulder. Matt instructs no panties for the rest of the week and even kicks the ones, lying next to his feet inside her jeans, towards the cloths basket, seeing no point in panties anyways, he always took them away from his wife and children after every punishment. He felt there were no need for something to cover his reminder of his rules; and what would happen if his wife or child disobeyed them.

He snuggles her warmly, pulling her face close to his for a loving kiss.

Abby melted into her husband’s embrace, needing to be held after her suffering. When he kissed her she was shocked by how overpoweringly she kissed him back. To her amazement, Abby realized that she wasn’t angry with Matt for disciplining her as he had. Not that she agreed it had been deserved, but she knew that he had done it because he loved her, and wanted to keep her dependable and stern with their children and in life.

“I will be more mindful Matt,” Abby promised, truthfully meaning it. But she didn’t know how much of that was out of fear of another session with the belt or paddle; she undeniably did not want that again at this time.
“I think I can leave them off for now,” Abby replied, daring to flash Matt a bit of a smile.

“Before you pulled me down over your knee, I had been planning that after dinner, I might suggest we go to bed early, and I could give you something more fun. If you want, we could still do that.”

Abby leaned frontward and added quietly into his ear, “and panties will definitely not be necessary.”
A peculiar smile crosses Matt’s lips as he considers the possibilities. He couldn’t deny that treating his wife’s naked bottom so roughly had caused something to stir in his pants, even if the intent was to change her behavior so he wouldn’t have to worry about her unsuitable habits.

Even now, he could feel the heat radiating from her backside as she sat on his lap; the heat would spread through his own loins.

I think that I would like that. In fact, I might even require it tonight Abby.

Matt was fired up, and it was likely that he would take command in bed. During moment in charge, he would take Abby and make her please him in any way he chose. He loved her dearly, and this feeling only seemed to solidify that fact. She belonged to him, in a way, and it was his responsibility to look out for her.

Grinning, he gives her light swat to her bottom as he places her ass up again and indulges in her tightened dark muscle. Abby yelps and grinds back.

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“Dallas hates Beverly”

Matt and Abby both had meetings out-of-town, and decided to take a vacation while gone, they would be gone for two weeks, and Emma and Dallas were going to stay with Grandma Carol, and the Papa.

Their older sister Anna got to stay with a friend back home. Abby and Matt would let her stay with her girlfriend; because her friends parents shared the same principles, and beliefs on how to raise and discipline their children.

Grandma and Papa were going to go to a retirement party, and kids were not allowed, so she hired a sitter to come and sit with her grandchildren for the last evening they would be there. This made Dallas upset. He felt he didn’t need a sitter to watch after him, maybe Emma did, but he was big enough, and didn’t want no girl telling him what to do. He especially did not want the bossy girl from Grandma Carol’s neighborhood.

Her name was Beverly, and she annoyed Dallas; she was always telling someone what to do. Especially little children, who would come to play at the park with their older siblings; she would try to tell the boys how to play a game, and even once Dallas over heard her scolding Emma, for gently throwing sand in the air. “It wasn’t hurting anyone, and Emma was trying to see which way the wind was blowing.” Dallas taught Emma the trick, and he didn’t want some snotty teenager telling him or his sister they couldn’t do it. He didn’t say anything, but he sure did want to, that day!

Grandma Carol did hire Beverly, and though Dallas was infuriated with her choice, grandma did let him have his friend Ian over. Dallas and Ian would just stay outside most of the afternoon. After Ian had to go home; Dallas would go inside, and clean-up and watch some TV in, “Papa man-cave” and go to sleep early. He would just ignore Beverly, and make little conversation with her, and mind himself. Daddy and Mommy would be there in the morning, and they were all going to head home, he actually missed his older sister Anna, she would have never acted like Beverly.

After stepping inside the house, Dallas walked straight for the back bathroom, when he rounded the corner into the living room, he noticed Emma standing at the end of the hall her face was in the corner and she was crying. Dallas immediately went to his sister and asked, “What are you standing in the corner crying about Emma?”

Emma replied with sniffles, “Because Beverly said I… I should no better and not splash water when I take a bath; I didn’t splash that much, Dallas, she spanked my bottom before she let me have my PJ’s , I.. I have been in the corner a long time.”

“Go, get out and go watch TV Emma.” Dallas said a little nervous, if he should be letting or admitting his sister to leave her punishment from the babysitter, but he had enough, that stupid teenage girl spanked his sister.”
‘How dare she?” Dallas thinks angry. He marched right back through the living room and turning the other corner he walked and stood in the middle of the kitchen. “My sister is watching TV, and you have no right spanking her, and making her stand in the corner for such a long time.”

“She has only stood in the corner for 8 minutes Dallas, and she deserved the spanking, she was splashing water everywhere.” Beverley replied back in a squeaky girly teenager voice.

“Whatever Dallas, you’re so big now aren’t you, Emma can stay out of the corner, I I well I will just tell your grandma Carol what happened then.”

“FINE.” Dallas said spinning around on his socked covered feet. “Tell her. I am sure Emma splashing a little water on her bathroom floor wouldn’t have warranted a spanking and corner time.”

Dallas went and laid with his sister on the couch, he wasn’t going to let that snotty teenager come near his sister again. They both fell asleep on the couch watching Emma’s favorite movie “Fern Gully”, and when Papa and Grandma Carol came home, Papa carried Emma to her bed and woke Dallas up, and told him to walk to his bed.

Beverly told Grandma Carol what happened with Emma’s bath time, and how she corrected Emma the way she thought she should have, and that Dallas had gotten mad and said his sister getting a spanking and having some corner time was not appropriate, and wouldn’t have warranted such discipline from a babysitter.

Carol asked Beverly to come back over the next morning around 10am, and they would sit and discuss it with Matt and Abby as soon as they arrived. Grandma was annoyed with Dallas; and he was lucky he was her grandson and not her son.

He questions her ability to choose the right person to stay with her grandchildren.
“Dallas is such a grown up man now.” Grandma Carol thinks to herself.
“He was that for sure that grandma cannot make wise choices.”

Matt and Abby arrived even a few minutes earlier than expected, and the children were overly excited to see them. Dallas couldn’t wait to hug his mom and dad and Emma was so excited, that Abby had to stop her from bouncing all over her and daddy laps.

Matt asked how his children were, and Grandma admitted happily that they were super good and never had any problem with them. However last night when they were gone, apparently Dallas has felt that Grandma Carol’s decision on the babysitter was incorrect.

Grandma Carol continued to tell Matt and Abby what Beverly had said happened last night. Emma and Dallas listened, Emma didn’t seem to care she was playing with her Mommy’s new purse on the floor. Looking for some gum and Dallas stood looking at his Daddy.

The knock on the door startled everyone but Grandma Carol, hearing Beverly’s voice walking in heightens Dallas freight and he started feeling a fiery sensation all over his body. “What is she doing here?” Dallas thought.

Beverly came into the living room and stood next to Carol and said “Hi”, to Matt and Abby.
Grandma Carol had Beverly explain to her what happened, and then tell them what Dallas had said to her. Beverly did tell them what happened.

When she had left Emma alone for 3 minutes to go find some more hand towels in the basement. Emma had been playing a, “swirly tootsie roll game” in the tub, she had splashed water everywhere. The bath-rug was so wet that she had to ring it out and lay it over the tub to dry. Beverly continued to explain; she had asked Emma not to do that once already, and that is why she gave her a couple of swats on her bare bottom, nothing big though. Beverly made sure she said it wasn’t a hard spanking, and that she put Emma in the corner; because she called her a moron after she spanked her.
Abby quickly grabbed her daughter’s cheeks between her fingers, making her face and eyes look directly into hers.

“Emma, did you call Beverly a moron?”
Emma looked scared, “mommy, I I said it, but, but, Beverly spanked me hard.”
Abby looked at Beverly and took a hold of Emma’s wrist and stood up.
“Emma, you tell this young lady your sorry right now.” Abby sternly told her daughter.
“I.. I am sorry.” Emma said meekly.

Abby marched her daughter over to the corner in the left side of the Grandma Carol and Papa’s living room. Abby snagged her daughters blue-jean shorts, and white undies, tugging them down to her knees, making Emma cry, “nooooo mommmie, I I won’t call her any names again.”

“Your right little lady you won’t” Abby said pinning her daughter over her arm; she started to smack her daughter ass over and over again with her bare hand. Emma yelled and kicked her legs. Abby turned Emma’s butt a nice shade of red, smacking and hitting her thighs just as hard. Emma screeched over and over, “moomieee, momiee, no noooo, I I’m sorry Beverly, I am sorry.”

After the spanking, Abby then told Emma to look at Beverly and apologize. Emma did, and Abby told her she would start her corner time over, and do it so everyone can see her naked bottom, red and sore. She should have just taken the PJ corner time instead, because Matt and Abby do not allow panties on after a spanking of any sort.

Grandma Carol then turns every ones attention to her speaking at Dallas, “You young man, I am going to spank your ass, and prove to you, that I might be an old grandma, but I will and still can tan your ass for acting too big for your britches, and telling my hired babysitter what to do.”

Dallas froze, turning his attention and eyes to his daddy. Would his grandma really spank him, and really there was a teenage girl in the room.

Dallas watched his grandma Carol walk out of the room and return with a hairbrush she had used on his daddy when he was a boy.
Matt looked exceedingly scared with excitement.

Grandma Carol gripped her grandsons wrist hard and forcefully yanked on his wrist, hauling him over to the tall wooden chair that always set in the corner of the living room. Dallas gasped in embarrassment when his grandma Carol did the most unthinkable thing to him. Grabbing his shorts and underwear by their waistbands, with her long nails and fingertips, hurling them down to his feet, leaving him standing, humiliated, that his little boyhood was exposed for a young teenage girl he didn’t even like.

Grandma Carol heaved Dallas over her lap, pinning his legs with strength. Dallas would protest some, “Grandma I didn’t mean, I I didn’t think it was okay for someone to spank Emma.”

Grandma Carol angrily says “You will NOT “slap-whap” make decisions I have, “slap-whap”, already made. I gave slap-whack” Beverly permission to punish the way, “slap-whap” she seemed fit.” “CRACK-WHACK”.

“Beverley was in charge, “whap-crack” not you, and if, whap-thwack”, you would have just kept, “crack-whap”, your opinion on her, “whap-smack” way of punishing Emma, “smack-crack”. Emma would “smack’slap”, have NOT, “slap-whap” got another spanking, “smack-crack” by your mother this morning.” SMACK-SLAP”

“Young Man,” Grandma Carol said sternly. “You are not the one, “whack- wallop”, who will decide. “Smack- whack”
“Do you hear me?” “wallop-crack” And if you disrespect my elder decisions ever again, “smack-slap”, I promise, “whap-wallop” that you will not be able to sit.” “CRACK-SMACK”

“Understood?” Grandma Carol finally said. As she rained more than a dozen more cracks to Dallas bare ass.

Dallas was howling, and couldn’t find any way to relieve himself from grandma’s leg crunching position. His little boyhood had hardened right up with the rubbing against his grandma’s cotton blue skirt. When his grandma lifted his off her lap, it was visible for Beverly to see his erection. She giggled, and wouldn’t look away.

Dallas was humiliated, his little pecker sticking straight out. His ass glowing with welts the size of softballs, all over his bare ass. He stood crying hot tears, rolling down his face. His skin was boiling and his cheeks on his young face were as red-hot as his bottom was. His Grandma showed know mercy, and when daddy stood up, Dallas panicked, and started stumbling over his words.

“Daddy, daddy, I I won’t undermine Grandma again, I I promise, please daddy, I I do understand.”

Matt looked right at his father, Dallas favorite Papa, and asked for him to remove his belt, he was going to give Dallas a good whipping, and since he didn’t have his belt on, he might as well use Papa’s on his butt.

Matt took a hold of his son, and said young man. A good whipping will take care of that problem you have down there. With that Matt, heaved his son over the arm of the couch, with Emma crying still in the corner and Dallas bawling from his grandmas spanking and humiliation of inviting Beverly over this morning, Matt gave his son a whipping he’d never forget.
Each slap from the belt against Dallas’s present ass would make him twist and turn; he bucked his ass over the arm of his Grandma’s couch, for everyone to see. All his composure was lost. He was now a sobbing little boy who knew he better not questions his elder’s decisions again.

“pleassseeee OWWWWWWW IT HURRTSSSS” He shouted now this time it was loud.

Dallas with the weight of the belt, pushed against the arm of the couch with all of his might. His bottom was starting to throb as the belt collided with his skin over.
Matt was un-sympatric as always. He would whip his son ass and beat it crimson red, for being disrespectful to his Grandmother.
“Owwww Owwwww Noooo Daddy I’m sorryyyyyy!” he shouted. He shook her head back and
forth. “It hurts please Owwww I’m sorryy!” He yelled louder now. He was hurting, and his bottom was throbbing. He screamed, and cried, sobbing into the couch cushion.

Matt gave him another six on his lower bottom and handed the belt back to his dad. Matt made Dallas stand up and look at everyone in the room, even telling Emma to turn around and look at her brother. Matt making him says sorry to his grandma, Emma and Beverly for his behavior.

His little man-hood, was definitely not sticking straight up in the air anymore, but his bottom was excruciating and throbbing with the crisscrossed of his Papa’s belt. He stood sobbing holding his bottom and not caring about covering his private area. Beverly watched it all with a smile on her face. When Dallas was standing sobbing and rubbing his bottom he seen that snotty little brat smiling. Next visit to grandma Carol’s, Dallas was going to find a way to get even.

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“Emma meets Daddy’s Belt”

Emma had been caught using a lighter in the garage by Abby her mother, she found it outside the grocery store when her and Dallas, were waiting for their older sister Anna to come out of the store.

Emma didn’t show it to her brother, because she didn’t want him to take it from her yet. She shoved it deep into the pocket of her green shorts, and kept it there, as a personal secret.

“Emma what do you have in your hands?” Abby asked her daughter; she thought she heard the flicks of a little thumb desperately trying to get a blue lighter lite and stay lite.

Emma was hidden behind her daddy’s motorcycle crouch down flicking it. She was inches away from the gas can to the lawnmower. Emma knew she couldn’t hide what she had in her hand, so instead she threw it down and ran for the door.

Abby caught her 6-year-old daughter around her waist, and picked her up off her feet. “Young lady, I asked you a question how dare you try to run!” Abby placed her daughter back on down to her feet, and place her on cement floor of the garage, then bent down looking at her daughter straight in the face.

“What did you just pitch down on the garage floor little lady?” Abby asked again.

Emma burst into tears, as she knew that she was not supposed to play with anything that had a flame.

“Mommy, mommy I found it at the store, I won’t play with it again I I promise mommy.” Emma’s voice squeak and she had already started dancing on her little feet. Emma was jumping from one foot to the other in her little pink flip-flops. She was scared and didn’t know what to do with little self.

Abby picked up the lighter and looked at Emma with a puzzled look, shaking her head in confusion, “Where did you get this young lady?”

“It was in the parking lot mommy, at the store.” Emma replied.

“Why do you have it Emma?” Abby inquired as she started walking towards her youngest daughter looking around for a place to sit, she was going to spank one little girl’s behind real soon.

“I.. I oh, I mommy I was going, I would give it, I to daddy, mommy, I put it in my pocket.” Emma had no clue how to tell a story; if she did, it would be amazing since even her older siblings hadn’t figured out how to outsmart Abby or Matt their parents yet.

“Do you see that gas can right their Emma” Abby spoke to her daughter with the calmness of a fairy, but with enough forced energy to her tone, that Emma had no choice, but to listen and retain what her mother was saying about the safety of gas and fire. She showed her daughter the pictures on the gas tank of the mower and motorcycle, dragging her by her tiny wrist, giving her a scolding with love.

Abby let go of her daughter’s wrist and grabbed a cloth and poured some gas on it. Then taking Emma by the wrist again, she dragged her out of the garage, and into the grass, lighting the cloth with the lighter Emma had shoved in her pocket, and brought home.

Abby show her daughter visually how fast something can catch on fire when there is gas also involved too.
“nooo mommie, noo stop it.. Put it out.. Put it out.” Emma cried and tried hard to get her wrist free from her mother’s grip. Kicking her self backwards so hard; Emma slipped her tiny feet, with her purple painted toes, right out of those pink flip-flops.

Abby then started walking fast back into the garage and set down on the steps going into the house from the double car garage. She took her own flip-flop off and hurled her six-year-old daughter over her knee, pulling her green shorts, and purple panties down pass her knees, exposing Emma’s white bottom and bathing suit tan lines etched where her thighs and bottom met. Abby then took her own flip-flop off and gave her daughter a few dozen hard smacks to her little bare bottom, making her daughter Emma scream and cry for her Daddy.

“Young lady, “smack-smack”, you are old enough, “smack-slap”, to know the rules, “slap-whap”, of no playing with, WHAP-SLAP” fire, “slap”. Picking up a lighter, “slap-whap”, out of a parking lot, “smack-crack”, was not smart. “Slap-slap”. Lighting it the garage, “slap-crack”, was extremely dangerous little lady. “Whap-thwack”

“Whap-Whack”, you want your daddy, “slap-wallop”, then let’s go, “smack-spank” CALL your daddy. “Slap-whap”.
Emma kicked her little body wildly, screaming with her all her might. Her green shorts and purple panties kicked off within seconds of mommy’s hard assaulting spanking with her flip-flop. Emma’s little bare bottom rotated and squirmed so much, that the flip-flop landed from one side of her bottom to the other. Emma’s butt was cherry red and even a few good spots on the top of her thighs showed imprints of her mother’s flip flop attack.

Abby moved her daughter back off her lap and said, “Okay little lady, let’s go call daddy at work, and we will let him know how you wanted him to come and save you from my spanking.”

“noooo, mommy, nooo mommy. Let’s not bother daddy now, I’m sorry.” Emma begged her mommy crying, whimpering.
‘Nope you asked for daddy, and you’re going to tell daddy what happened now. See if daddy thinks that anything was unfair young lady.”

Emma’s little feet tried to keep up with her mother’s, she was walking faster than normal and within minutes they were standing in the kitchen, Emma still naked, glowing bottom, waiting for daddy to answer his phone.
Abby put it on speaker and dialed. Anna and Dallas gathered in the door way hearing their younger sister crying from their bedrooms. They could see why, as they noticed their young sister naked and rubbing her spanked butt.

Daddy answered the phone and Abby spoke, “Matt, I am sorry you are being bothered today, but your daughter Emma was asking for you a few minutes ago, when I was preparing to give her a spanking.”

“I figured since she asked for you, she should tell you why she is standing here crying with a stinging bottom.
“Okay, tell me Emma.” Daddy’s voice spoke clearly out of the speaker of Abby’s phone.

“Tell daddy young lady.”

“daddy, I.. daddy, mommy, I am sorry, I I told mommy I would not, not do it it again.”

“Emma, tell me what you did please to get yourself in trouble with mommy this afternoon. I do not have much time dear. I am sure your sorry, but what for?” Matt said calmly speaking into his cell phone, sitting in traffic on his way back to the office.

“I I, daddy I found blue “hic-cup” blue, with a a, silver, a I found “hic-up” a lighter, and I tried, “hic-cup” I won’t do it it again, “hic-cup” I promise daddy, I will, I leave it “hic-cup” on the the ground.” Emma spoke into the air at her mother’s phone, still holding her bottom she danced back and forth on her purple painted tip toes. She had stated her hyperventilating.

“You had a lighter?”

“yes, yes daddy, .I.. I won’t touch it again.” Emma cried the promise with her entire six-year-old soul. She would never touch one again, if anything at this particular moment in her six-year-old life, she thought she would be able to light anything with her own butt for the rest of it.

Daddy had a good connection with the phone, because his words came through the speaker of mommy’s phone clear as a sunny blue sky, and it would send Emma screaming and crying down the hallway to her bedroom.

Anna and Dallas both gasped and turned walking as fast as they could back to their desks and went back to homework, scared for their little sister Emma.

“Young lady, get you bottom to your room and stay there till I get home, daddy is not going to give you sympathy for mommy spanking you. NOWAY young lady, I think Emma needs daddy belt for the first time.” “Shame on you Emma, you know better than that; do you not remember the July 4?”

Emma stomped her feet so fast up and down, and bellowed, “nooooo daddy, no belt, I remember, I won’t do it again, I I remembers now.”

“Go Emma, Now, get to your room.” Matt sternly said into his phone receiver, sending Emma running bare ass down the hall crying, screaming, hurling herself onto her princess bed. She would lay there for the next two hours in hopes that daddy would somehow decides that the belt really would not need to be used.

Emma watched the clock anxious with every inch of her body, she couldn’t help but crying into her pink furry pillow. She listens for Daddy’s voice in the house. Her door left open a crack so she could see any shadows in the hall. She is petrified, nervous and alarmed with every sound and movement she hears and sees outside her bedroom.

Emma smelled dinner, it smelt good, and she hoped daddy didn’t make her stay in bed the rest of the night after he spanked her. How many times would he spank her with the belt? How bad does it really hurt? Emma remembers hearing both her older siblings still holler and bawl, when daddy would use it on them. Even mommy would scream.

When Emma did finally hear her daddy’s voice in the house, she immediately wished he was back at work or stuck in the heavy traffic somewhere. She started to panic her body shivered and curled up on her bed waiting, and now even more uneasy and frightened then she had ever felt before. She got up, and snuck across the hall and went potty; it wasn’t against the rules to leave your room, if you need to go. Emma needed too. She however hurried and quickly got back to her bedroom.

It was moments later when daddy did arrive in Emma’s room, mommy standing behind him “hello Emma.”
“hi daddy, I am sorry daddy, I I remember our talk on July 4. I will leave them alone.” Emma started shedding tears real fast again. She noticed daddy had already taken off his belt and had it doubled over, holding onto it.

“Well I am sure glad you remember the safty talk we had that day, but you still chose to pick up a lighter bring it home and sneak around with it, and try to lite it.” Emma’s daddy kept on scolding.

“Mommy says you were even lighting it in the garage behind my motorcycle, right next to were daddy keeps the extra gas to the lawn mower.”

Yess daddy, I I didn’t know know it was there, mommy lite the rag and showed me.” Emma said.
Matt looked at Abby. Abby nods.

“Well this weekend, we will have lots of fire drill in the house.” Daddy spoke as though it was going to only be a semi fun thing, for all of us to have to practice this weekend, but he continued.

“Emma fire is dangerous and lighters in the hands of little girls and boys are even more dangerous. Come on young lady, daddy is going to make sure you remember this time for good. No forgetting and then remembering after mommy has caught you.”

“Okay young lady, roll onto your tummy and let daddy see your bottom.”

Emma couldn’t move, her body froze and horrified with her daddy standing there with a belt. She couldn’t or wouldn’t move and roll over to her tummy, because she was in a frightened state of reality. She was going to feel the pain her siblings new of. She would know the restlessness of having a whipped bottom. The fretful feeling she was experiencing only made it worse for her to do what daddy had asked her to do right then.
Abby was there because daddy said it was best if mommy to help. Abby walked over to the bed, she climbed on the bed and positioned herself at the top, grabbing Emma and helping with some force, for her to lie down on her tummy and prepare for daddy’s punishment.

It took less than a minute or two, and Abby had her daughter tummy down, and bottom up. She took her daughters little arms and wrapped them up, placing her small little hands and arms underneath her small body tucking them away. This would help Emma remember to always try to keep her arms and hand out-of-the-way. It would mentally help remind her not to go grabbing for her ass during a whipping.

Abby held her daughter tight in that position and looked up at Matt her husband. He winked at her, and she did back at him.

Daddy unleashed 10 really hard lashes across Emma’s still visually spanked ass from earlier. The first three were so quick that Emma got all three across the center of her bottom. She started kicking and screaming “nooooo, nooooo, ouchhhh daddy, nooooo, stoppppp.”

Emma’s bottom half of her body, started to rotate and flip from side to side. Daddy grabbed her around the knees, and with some force pinned her legs straight and unleashed three more licks hard and fast again. He stopped and let his daughter wiggle and squirm. She desperately tried to kick the fire strips out of her bottom. No luck.

Daddy’s hand returned to the back of her knees and pinned them again. Three more licks as hard as the last, and again a break for Emma to kick and twist and beg for it to stop. She promised she would never even cook as an adult after this is her own little undeveloped mind.

“no,no,no,no,no, pleaseeee dadddieeeee, noooooo, I promise, I doooo” Emma squealed in her upset little voice. It sounded so distressed. Daddy was almost down. He had the distraught regretful and apologetic six-year daughter he wanted. Her bottom well-lit up, with his belt.

Daddy hands one more time pinned her in place, and three last lashes crisscrossed her already welted bottom. Emma would thrash and whirl her small child body all over. As soon as mommy let go of her grip, she flew up off the bed and started jumping up and down holding her butt and rubbing the back of her legs. She sobbed and cried and danced the hurt bottom. She was sorry for sure.

Daddy went and pick her up, sitting on the edge of the bed putting her over his knee as he was about to spank some more, Emma screamed “noooo, noo more daddy,” Daddy wasn’t going to spank more. Mommy handed him some cream and he rubbed his daughter’s bottom with it. His daughter calm down over his knee, and he continued to rub her bottom and back. He stood her up and told her to put on a nightie, no panties and wait for one of her siblings to tell her it was dinner time.

Abby and Matt left the youngest daughter and retreated to their bedroom for a discussion with themselves. They had a wonderful family dinner that night and Emma set uncomfortable in the dining table chair. Matt instructed many times she stop fidgeting at the table, she couldn’t help it, but tried her best all through dinner.
Dallas and Anna felt bad for Emma, they knew the feeling she was going through, and it being it was their sisters first whipping with daddy’s belt. Emma’s older siblings couldn’t help but think back to the first time they got it. They didn’t let the thought stay long, for it was an unbearable couple of days afterwards, sitting and finding comfort for their lowermost.

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“Anna and Abby broke rule #1”

Matt instructed his daughter “Anna”, and his wife “Abby” that Anna his daughter could no longer take the equestrian lessons she had been taking since she was 12. Anna’s grade point below a 3 in two courses at the private academy she attended , and she had already been benched on her softball team until both came up, stating the faculty rules.

Anna had been trying hard for the last three weeks, and she had recovered her B status in both her classes, and was back to pitching for the schools team, and had talked and begged her mother into letting her attend the last 4 lessons at Brook Creek’s Ranch.

Abby didn’t want to disappoint Anna, since she had actually went through all of the first 9 lessons, and had only missed the two in the middle due to her grades; and the fact that Daddy would not let her go because, she needed to concentrate more on grades then riding a horse, and jumping hurdles on the large creatures.

Anna was allowed to miss two practices and still be part of the team at the ranch, and Abby kept her mouth shut, and secretly took her daughter to the lessons for the last three weeks. Even lying and telling the younger children Emma, and Dallas, that they were going to Aunt Mia’s because, Anna had a mother daughter running program at the university .

Anna’s closet was a chaotic disorganized mess, Abby asked her twice on Saturday to at least get the cloths picked up, and organize the closet somewhat, and again asked her daughter Sunday morning during breakfast in front of Matt.

It had been the first weekend, since Matt had not had to pull more time in at work, and was really going to spend some positive and useful quality time at home with his wife and children.

Sunday afternoon, he noticed his eldest daughter Anna sitting on the back deck talking to friends she knew in neighborhood.

Matt and Dallas started the lawn work, his shirt off, muscles tight and well-defined; Matt was going to spend some time with Dallas teaching him Alpha characteristics. Abby and Emma had decided to dust the rooms, and vacuum under furniture.
Dallas, learn how to do some of the lighter chores, made Matt feel like an honorable powerful daddy. Matt got of his riding lawn mower, and set his strong hands on Dallas’s shoulders and said, “Be careful, but go ahead and practice driving in 2nd gear son, then returned the mower into the garage.
Matt noticed that even an hour and ½ hours later, Anna was still on the deck talking with the two young girls.

Matt promptly walked into the house and out of curiosity, swiftly went looking to see if his daughter had pulled even an ounce of her own weight and organized her closet. For sure Anna must have her closet cleaned and organized like her mother had asked again at breakfast, “right?” Matt thought.
Nope, looks like Anna just doesn’t seem to care what her mother has repeatedly asked her to do this weekend. Matt clutches a hand full of Anna’s cloths, and pitches them behind his body, flinging it to the floor of Anna’s already dysfunctional messy bedroom. He proceeds to heave everything out until the entire closet is empty, and cannot help the furious anger he felt, why his daughter would continue to not listen to her mother.

OOPS, looks like Anna left her solid riding outfit, and dirty grass stained shoes out of the backpack that her mother told her to keep them in at all times. Abby had asked her daughter Anna to always keep her cloths in there, and she would get them washed up without her husband being the one to pick them up at the dry cleaners. This was the only way Abby would help in hiding her deception to her husband. Abby did not want her husband finding out she was lying, and disobeying his orders, and letting their daughter go to horseback riding lessons behind the his back.

“HUH?” Matt thought! “I swear, I brought this outfit home from the dry cleaners, after I told Anna No more riding for this season.”

Matt quickly walks out of Anna’s bedroom, and directly goes to the decks glass sliding door, opens it, and tells Anna to come inside. Anna follows somewhat hastily, since she couldn’t quite figure out what her Daddy had in his hands, but if she thought it was what it looked like, “oh no”, Anna felt a lump starting to swell in her throat, and her skin felt the instant rush of a hot flash running all through her.
Matt pulls the cord to the vacuum, making his wife Abby look directly at him puzzled, in why he just pulled her electricity so impolitely.

Matt stood looking at his wife, and daughter, “Tell me ladies, Why would either of these two articles of clothing need to be washed this week, and why would your shoes still be dirty Anna, you haven’t rode in 6 weeks?”

“5 weeks daddy not 6.” Emma said innocently to the whole troubled mess brewing around her. Her young girlish tone, annoyed her sister quickly.

“Shut up Emma.” Anna said with malice towards her young sister. Emma didn’t know anyone was hiding anything, and she was always correcting someone on addition, it was what she learning in school at the present moment.
Anna stood froze, in her blue jeans and green T-Shirt that said “Go Shamrocks!” She looked at her mother with the widest green eyes, and in some silent way begged for her mother to say something, the right thing “Oh My God anything to help the circumstances, that were getting scarier in the families TV room.

Abby’s hazel eyes grew broader, and she started playing with her long brown hair, grasping and twisting her fingers around its long silk strands. She stood looking at Matt with extreme anxiety, and in the most distressed voice admitted quickly, she let Anna go back to riding when her grades went up to the B status. Abby tried desperately to convince Matt; she thought, she mentioned it when they were on a dinner date a couple of Fridays ago.

“MOM, you said we would not tell Daddy! You promised it would be our secret.” Anna screamed furious at her mother, stomping her feet; jiggling the lamp that set on the oak end table.

“Why did you tell Daddy the truth so fast Mom, you didn’t even try to come up with a different story other than telling the whole truth and nothing but, and your lying mommy, you did not try to tell Daddy on your dinner date, you just said Thursday you couldn’t wait to stop lying to Emma and Dallas about going to Aunt Mia’s.” Anna yelled in her high-pitched teenage voice screaming with anger at her mother, for breaking so easy and telling daddy she had been to riding lessons again. Anna knew that her mother giving up and telling Daddy so fast was going to end in disaster.

She would never forgive her mother for ratting on them like this!

Matt grabbed his daughter, “never speak to your mother that way!” With that he smacked her across the ass and told Abby she better deal with their daughter’s attitude.

Abby let go of her unplugged vacuum and started walking for her eldest daughter, “Listen here lady you have no right to holler and scream at me like that, you better stop and think about who really got us caught here.” Abby was outraged with her daughter attitude, how dare this little brat scream at her, and tell her what she should, and shouldn’t have been saying to her own husband.

Matt was right and Abby just stared at him with extreme panic as all three of them stood in the middle of room. Abby thought hard to herself in silent, and without Matt even saying the words; Abby remembered his voice, repeating the phrase, “if you teach your children to be your friend, they will turn on you! A mother and a father teach honorable rules like honesty and respect of the positions they hold within their family and community. It teaches righteous attitudes, instead of deliberate deviance of guidelines set for them. ”

Abby seen this situation as, “not only didn’t her daughter clean her closet”, like she had asked her to do several time; she didn’t even leave her, ‘riding attire”, in the required backpack. Anna promised her mother she would, so they both could stay safe from getting caught by daddy for lying, and going to the Ranch behind his back.

Abby thought Anna would have really understood what she meant by “being true” since they had many deep conversations between them about keeping some little things they do, “just to themselves”, and no one else. Abby believed at the time teaching her daughter honest ways of sharing secrets between ladies would be okay, that daddy didn’t have to know everything.

Anna had ruined it from them, and Abby was left wondering, “If this was fate for not following rules her husband Matt had set for their daughter.”

Abby voice rose as she got closer and closer to her daughter Anna, “Young lady, you better reconsider how you are speaking to me right now.”

“The nature of our troubled situation is your fault too young lady not all mine.”

“You better say you’re sorry to your sister NOW! Your unnecessary impoliteness displayed to her was extremely unkind!”

“Emma is innocent in any of this trouble.” Abby spoke her eyes darting from one daughter to the other, but she wanted to just stare at Matt and beg for him to understand.

Anna looked at her sister and with self-control and spoke friendly to her sister, “I am sorry Emma.”

“Emma go outside and play in back yard, till daddy tells you to come back in the house,” Abby spoke to her younger daughter Emma, “your sister is going to get spanking, and be sure to tell Dallas to stay outside.”
Anna started shouting again at the top of her squeaky voice, “This is unfair mother.”

Then turning her attention towards her father; the last person she should mutter even any nonsense too, “Daddy, but?” “I got my grades up, and the school let me play softball again, it’s STUPID DADDY, I cannot finish the season riding too.”

Anna stomped her foot again and again saying the word “STUPID” twice louder each time.

Matt started to respond, but Abby’s angered temper shouted over his words, as she reached out for the lamp, that was again swaying on the end table, “GET YOU ASS IN THE BATHROOM LADY!” Abby grabbed Anna by her wrist with hast; she dragged the snot by her arm, and pulled her into the bathroom the kids all shared.

“MOMMY, Noooo, I’m sorry, pppleassse, YOU CAN’T SPANK ME. NOOoooo.” Anna hollered at her mother articulating the words in an expressive begging manner.

“I CAN AND I AM YOUNG LADY!” Abby became even more enraged at her daughter who thought it was alright to yell at her, is now even yelling the words “YOU CAN’T at her!”

Abby and Anna stood staring at each other with daggers engulfed with flames shooting from both their eyes.
Matt was directly behind Abby not saying a word.”

“GET UNDRESS, RIGHT NOW Miss Stompers, I’m going to show you what happens to young ladies who act stupid, by stomping and yelling in her father’s house.”

“Then when I am done with that spanking, I guess a good sound thrashing to your ass for not cleaning your closet, or listening to me.”

“Maybe I should continue spanking even after that, for you not securing our secret, and letting it become a known fact to your father.”

“I will be punishing for the secret keeping!” Matt interrupted Abby.

Abby and Anna both look straight at daddy with sheer panic in their eyes.

Abby turns her head back, “I will teach you a lesson, if anything you are going to learn not to yell and be so disrespectful to me young lady.”

“I am your mother; you should have never continued to convince me to let you go back to the Ranch.” Abby flung opened the middle drawer to the white cabinets under the sink. She kept an old wooden hairbrush in the children’s bathroom vanity drawer. One she had as a younger girl she knew well herself, and it had a good effect on any bottom.

All the children knew what it was for, and left it alone. Matt and Abby’s children knew a hairbrush, paddle, or wooden spoon would be used in teaching them lessons, all three implements had been used over the years, and Abby was not shy making each swat land with a painful force to a bare ass; making sure every swat hurt as bad as the first, leaving a distinct impression that if the behavior didn’t stop, neither would the spanking she was delivering.

Anna’s demeanor changes as she stood looking at her mother with the hairbrush in her hand, and her father standing in the door way witnessing every move her mother made.

“Get undress young lady and everything comes off.” “Not even you shirt and bra.” Abby waved the brush in the air instructing her daughter.

“The lack of disrespect you show for you beautiful closet full of cloths.”

“Daddy works hard to for you to have such nice things, and you disrespect it all, by keeping a filthy closet full of unclean cloths heaped in a pile of all kinds of unorganized junk.”

“Let’s go Anna, off with them now.” Abby repeated.

Anna took her green shamrock shirt off and threw it at the hamper with force, removing her bra, she again started to protest.

“Mom I can’t take off my pants with daddy right here, I just can’t, please mommy no.” Anna pleaded.
“You will and do it now, your daddy has seen your bare ass enough, and you want to act shy about that, Come on Anna, stop this.”

“I can’t mommy, I can’t.” Anna cried.

Abby had had enough, she grabbed a hold of Anna’s wrist and started swatting the back of her thighs even with the jeans on. Abby swats land in tempo with each word that she spoke, putting just a little extra emphasis on her statements as she slowly spook to her daughter. Abby wants her to remember these words, so accompanying them with firm strokes would probably help them to stick in her mind for the next time.

“I DO NOT “crack” CARE IF YOU “crack” FEEL DISGRACEFUL;”smack” GET YOUR JEANS “whack” AND PANTIES OFF! “crack”
Abby stopped the swatting and stood yet again looking at her daughter with daggers in her eyes. Anna danced from foot to foot, trying to get the sting out of her thighs. Matt continued to watch his wife punish his daughter, and watch his daughter get what was coming to her for being such a rotten brat of a child.

Abby reached and snagged her daughter by the waist band of her jeans, and unbutton them before Anna could even react back.

Abby tugged hard downwards on Anna blue jeans.

Anna screamed, “NOO mommy, Daddy can’t see.”

Abby eyes got huge, her daughter stood in front of her with panties on, she would have only wore if she had a date with Matt that night, and she felt there could, or would be some, “intimate time”, with her husband that evening.

They were black, a lacy V-shape material in the front to cover Anna’s young pelvis area which had already grown her womanly hair. The sides should have been classified as nothing more than fishing line draped around her hips, apparently to hold up the sting that was submerged in Matt and Abby’s daughter’s ass crack.

“WHERE DID YOU GET THOSE THINGS?” Abby voice started to rise again with rage, as she pointed at the black lace thongs her daughter was wearing. Abby swatted Anna’s bare leg real quick and hard.

“Tell Me young lady?” Anna smacked again.

“Ouch, Ouch, mommies, stop, ouch. I got them at the mall when I was with Sky.” Anna started spilling the truth of way it was so important for her to go to the mall that day with her friend Sky. Abby remembers, even not wanting to take her either, because she had gotten in an argument with Dallas the day before, and was quite rude to him and one of his friends, but yet again, Abby broke and took her daughter, and her friend Sky, to the mall and dropped them off why she did some errands with Emma.

Smack..smack..smack, Abby assaulted her daughters bare legs three more times quickly and with intensity , “Get them off.” Abby stopped assaulting her daughter’s legs, and turned to her husband.

“Do you see this Matt? Do you see how your daughter acting, and what she is wearing?” Abby moved out-of-the-way, letting Matt get a look at his daughter standing in nothing but a black thong, and red welts on the sides of her thighs.

Anna didn’t care if her father seen her bare breast, and bare skinned butt, it was the sexy panties she did not want him to see her wearing; she stood dancing and rubbing the oval heated imprints on her skin crying semi-fake tears. However, she was removing the racy panties as fast as she could from her body; and did so quickly; she was horrified with daddy continuing to see her in such lewd panties.

Anna knew such clothing were a suggestive way of stimulating the other sex, and Anna also knew she should not be wearing them until after she was married, and within the company of her own husband, and in her own house. That rule was discussed continuously by mommy and daddy. No improper clothing and Abby had always been assertive with this rule to both her daughters.

“I know it is those girls she has been hanging with, the ones who have no mother or father teaching them a little modesty, especially in relation to her female sex.” Abby spoke right at Matt shaking her head uncertain what Matt’s response would be himself.

Abby flung herself back around, grabbing her daughters arm and sitting down on the edge of the garden tub, when she realized her daughter not only lied and bought erotic panties; she shaved her young secretive area bare leaving just a strip leading to the opening of her daughter tight-lipped sex.

Abby was beside herself. She stood staring at her daughter’s face, glancing back and forth from the beautiful daughter she had, to a daughter who was being tasteless and unwholesome to her body.

“Why DID YOU DO THAT? Abby pointed at her daughter’s sex.

“We just tried it mommy, I won’t do it again. We, we, Mommy, daddy is right here. Pleeeasse, stop, make him leave.” Anna started to show signs of real distress; but Abby could not get the sight out of her head, her daughter was standing in front of her and her father, with a landing strip of black fine hair guiding a boy to her girlishness.

“WHO ARE WE?” Abby asked with disgust.

“Sky and Amber mommy those girls; we read an article in a magazine at the library.” Anna started to break with how ashamed she felt.”

“Mommy please it was not because of anything other than, we made a deal with each other; “where we would all shave like that.” Anna seemed innocent enough, and Abby believe her story, but she was completely appalled that her daughter would take a shaver, and remove hair from that area in such a risque mannerism.

Abby told her daughter time and time again when she was experiencing the early hair growth in her youth that she should never completely get rid of all the hair down there. It was unhealthy, to shave it all off like that. It was just as important to always trim and make sure it was clean and well maintained for proper physical or sexual health, but under no circumstance should she ever remove all the hair.

“Young lady lie down on this bathroom floor and open them legs, you will show me your ladylike stuff right now, all stuff between your legs.” Abby ordered Anna to show her everything; she was going to make sure her daughter did not shave her inner sex bald to.”

“Mommmmie, nooooo,” Anna broke into large cries of embarrassment and started to wobble from one foot to the other in anxiety and disgrace. She was humiliated and crushed. Her dignity stripped from her, and put on display for her parents to see what she done to her sex, and what she had hope to always keep as her dark little secret, but now it had been exposed all because; she didn’t clean her closet.

Abby stood back up and rained about 15 slaps with the hair brush across Anna’s bare ass and legs again, this would bring Anna to the bathroom floor reaching and grabbing for the new oval imprints her mommy had just administered to her young skin.

“Anna, spread those legs open.” Abby demanded again.

Anna opened her legs and felt the warmth of shame run through every ounce of her body, she dared not to open her eyes though, she could see her daddy had not left the doorway, and he would be a witness to her opening and spreading her exposed sex for mommy. Anna opened her legs and sobbed as though her bottom had already got the spanking.

“Anna I cannot believe what you did to yourself, I am more puzzled and perplexed on why you would do that, stand up young lady.” Abby had set back down on the edge of the garden tub and guided her humiliated daughter over her knee, wrapping the other leg around Anna’s one leg. Spreading her legs far enough apart so Anna’s sex was still exposed.

Abby said nothing more as the hairbrush rains down on Anna’s naked bottom like a hailstorm, each smack echoing against the bathroom walls and down the hallway. Emma and Dallas were on the back porch and knew the spanking had begun.

Anna’s screams were intense, and they came from the bottom of her soul. She cried out for the spanking and humiliation to stop, but her mother was not going to stop anything until she knew her daughter was sorry for every little detailed trouble she had just caused this Sunday afternoon while her father was home.

“You will not, “smack- smack”, lie or talk to me, or anyone in this family, “smack- smack” with such impoliteness, you “smack- smack” with not guilt me “SMACK- SMACK- SMACK into letting “SMACK” you do stuff anymore.” “Smack- smack”

Abby had a nice rhythm going with her wooden hair brush; it was connecting rather nicely against her daughter’s sorry ass.

The blows of the brush spanked over and over assaulting Anna’s bottom, “How dare you buy “whack-whack”, such clothing with the money your father, “whack-whack” has given to you.”

You intended “whack-whack-whack”, to hide such immoral things, WHACK_WHACK” like black thong panties. “WHACK-WHACK” You will not leave this house “WHACK-slap-WHACK” without getting check, “WHACK-WHACK” to see if you have proper underclothing on.

As the spanking progressed, so did the speed at which Anna swung the hairbrush through the air and contacted it with her daughters glowing bottom. With every swat, the intensity increases by just a fraction of a percent, getting harder and harder as Abby seeks to make her view on the matter perfectly clear to her young daughter.

The hairbrush continued to fall in a snappish and steady beat, alternating cheeks at about the rate of once per second. To insure that no one spot gets too much attention, Abby adjusts her aim a touch, so that she moves the brush around and gets all of Anna’s spank able surface area. Unfortunately for Anna, this means that a suitable deal of whacks land on the very sensitive sit spots, just above her thighs. From previous experiences, however, it would probably not be long before Abby traveled down just a couple of inches further to include the fragile flesh on the backs of Anna’s upper legs. When that happens, it would truly take very little effort for Abby to give her daughter a severe agonizing and embarrassing spanking.

“YOU BETTER “wallop- slap” change this troubled manner “thwack- smack”, you are displaying young lady. I will not “slap- thwack”, tolerate it, and neither will daddy. I suggest “smack slap” you get yourself in that bedroom “slap- thwack” when I am done and get that closet cleaned. You have till dinner, and then “whack- smack” you’re going to get the belt from daddy, “wallop- whack- smack- whacks” before going to bed for the night.”

Scolding as Abby spanks is a trademark, giving her children something to listen to, and think about as the punishment continues. While a part of this is because she wants them to understand their misbehavior will not be tolerated by either their father, or mother. The other part is, Matt insists on Abby being very strong and firm with her discipline, “spankings should be harsh and painful. It should break them and make them cry, and fear breaking their parent’s rules.” It would also serve a second purpose, Matt would tell his wife; “it prevents their mind from wandering off, and not experiencing the spanking as it was meant to be felt for.”
“nooooo, daddiiiieeeee not a whipping tooo, pllleasse nooo!” Anna screamed with a cry.

Abby poured on a few real hard smacks to her daughter’s ass, and then let her fall to the bathroom floor. Anna sobbed and held her butt tight. Still begging and looking up at her daddy, “Please daddy nooo, please. I do not need the belt to understand.”

“Then if you’re sure you understand, after several good licks with daddy’s belt, your mother and I will surely know you understand.” Matt said unsympathetically to his daughter.

“But first, get you butt up off that floor and go get daddy mommy’s wooden spoon that next to the stove.”
“Matt, oh no,” Abby started to protest.

Matt shot daggers of his own into Abby’s eyes. Abby sunk her head, the pit of her stomach felt full of rotten food, she wanted to vomit. “Get you cloths off Abby you’re getting spanked too. Unless you really think you can argue your way out of the dishonesty you have already admitted to.

“Anna, go get your mother’s spoon next to the stove.”

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“Daddy nooo, don’t spank mommy, I did it, I. I. I was the one that that asked mommy lots of times, I I I, bugged her daddy, and made promises to her.”

Matt grabbed Anna and smack her ass with his palm hard, “Get the spoon young lady, NOW!”

Anna grabbed her butt, and left fast heading straight for the kitchen to retrieve her mother’s wooden spoon. Anna’s mother had many wooden spoons, but the one hung by the stove was heavy and solid.

Anna remembers the horrible sting, and sore spot she had once, after getting a solid smack with it, for punching Dallas while they ran through the kitchen, and since she has feared its sting.

Abby started to get undress; she knew better, however not without one more shot, “Matt no, not in front Anna pleases.” Anna begged her husband.

Anna came back quickly and handed daddy the wooden spoon, “Mommieee, I am sorrieeee, I didn’t mean for you to be in trouble.” Anna wept looking at her mother, her tears changing from the pain of her mother’s spanking; to the remorse she felt deep inside for causing such a problematic situation for both her mother and herself.

Matt slid by his wife, and set position on the edge of the tub, “Abby lets go, don’t make me smack your legs like Anna needed, you’re a grown women show your daughter you will take payment for your own misconduct too.”
Abby had removed her clothing and stood staring back and forth between her husband and daughter. She was crying yet not making a sound, just hot tears forming behind her eyes. She walked slowly, placing herself in front of Matt, gently slanting in so she could place her body over her husband’s legs in shame. Her bare ass perfectly placed for Matt to make forceful shots at it with the spoon. Matt helped guide her over, placing his arm around her waist heaving her into the exact position he felt comfortable with.

“Anna, look at you mother now. Lying about what you’re doing, is deliberate dishonesty, your mother lied to Dallas, Emma, Aunt Mia, and me.” Matt spoke with a measurable amount of calmness in his voice, but so stern Abby and Anna both felt the heated frustration of his disappointment in them.

“Your mother is not a little girl and she knows it, she shouldn’t have to be spanked for offense like dishonesty.” Matt continued the scolding. “Since the both of you had equal part in the secret deception, then it is only fair that you both pay consequences.

Abby wasn’t quite ready for the blow to hit her ass, but it did anyways. So hard Abby yelped and tried to reach for her bottom. Matt grabbed her wrist and pinned it fast, leaving Abby to use the other arm to help continue to balance her in the horrible Over the Knee position she was in.

Matt holds the wooden spoon in the air just long enough to create the appropriate amount of anxiety and stress as Abby anticipates the bitter sting she would soon feel again when it comes hurtling down and crashing into her unprepared flesh. When that moment finally arrived, there was a considerable rush of air prior to contact, followed by the piercing cracking sound on Abby’s naked bottom. The target was the center of his wife’s right cheek, sending a jolt across her white quivering bottom. It took a moment for Abby to fully experience the effect from the first stroke let alone the second.

Anna screamed immediately, and ran towards her mother falling to the bathroom floor near her mother’s overturned head, crying even harder than when she was when she over her mother’s knee.

“Mommy nooooo I am sorry, daddy noooo STOP, stop please daddy don’t spanked mommy so hard.” Anna pleaded intensely to her daddy.

No. No. No. No. No. Abby kept chanting under her breath as she was toppled upside down, but then, it was too late. She yelped at the third crack of spoon hit her tender flesh. While it burned, two or three good cracks wouldn’t have been so bad. It was when they started to pile on top of each other that would be when Abby would really feel them. This yelp was more from the actual surprise of the amount of strength Matt was putting behind his blows; however that yelp would change soon.

Abby forced herself to lie still, gulping back tears and screams; she would stay strong and take the beating she knew she deserved. The fourth and fifth swats were just as bad, but she didn’t cry out or move. It wouldn’t last, but she did try to accept her punishment. She knew Matt was disappointed in her and that she’d deserved this, even if she didn’t want it.

She managed to hold and stave off tears for a while; she always tried to take her punishment. It just never lasted long when Matt meant business. Abby hated the sound of the spoon falling on her unprotected backside. It was almost like each swat landed twice, she heard it then felt its sting.

Anna lay knelt by her mother’s head, sobbing over and over the sorriest she felt deep inside her heart. Daddy was spanking mommy so unforgiving, and mommies’ yelps and cries shot through Anna’s soul and sent shudders through her spine.

It didn’t take much before Abby started to whimper and squirm a little more, especially as the spoon found her sit spots. But she was managing not to cry.

Matt’s lecture only served to amplify the sting of each stroke. Abby yelped as her heart sank with every one of his words. He had a gift for speaking with the spoon and his tongue in unison.

“It was a mistake Matt.” Abby managed to gasp out. It was hard to articulate during a spanking, but Abby did try, some when she could. She let her tears go; they started rolling from her eyes and smashing into the green title bathroom floor like hot rain drops.

Abby bucked wildly as the wooden spoon landed on her bottom like an angry branding iron. It was only Matt’s arm around her waist that kept her from flying off his lap. She howled and sobbed, no longer caring how much noise she made. She had sweat beads in the middle of her back, and her face was as beet red, matching her bottom, minus the purple spots Matt was making sure he made.

Abby continued to squealed and sobbed as the heavy wooden spoon burned her bottom for what seemed like forever. By the time the whacks ended she was crying and hiccupping, feeling more like a punished little girl than an adult wife and mother.

Abby continued to cry, but slowly started to calm down as Matt rubbed her back some, “I’m sorryyyy, I’m sorry, I I am sorry,” Abby sobbed into her hands, still not brave enough to rub her bottom in case Matt wasn’t finished spanking her.

It took her several minutes to get control of her breathing again, while Matt gently rubbed her bottom. “I’m so, so sorry,” she managed to moan still. Then she heard his order to get up, and walk to their bedroom and bend over the bed. Her heart dropped all the way to the bottom of her tummy, and she began crying harder.

She pushed up off her husband’s lap and dropped to her knees on the floor. Both hands cupped her throbbing, burning bottom as she looked up at him, tears flowing down her face. “Do… do I have… have to get that now?” she asked.
It broke Matt’s heart to look down at his crying wife, but he had told her he would punish her thoroughly if she ever broke a rules deliberately, and she needed to know he’d do what he said he’d do.

“Waiting won’t make it any easier, Abby.” Matt stood and helped her to her feet, pulling her into a tender embrace. “I’ll be quick and then it’ll all be over.”

Abby was tearful, and it was hard to answer, but she nodded slowly, then turned and staggered out the bathroom door, and down the hall to her and Matt’s bedroom. For several moments, she just stood there, looking down, her bottom still throbbing, holding her cheeks in her cold hands. Then she closed her eyes and bent over the bed side.

Matt instructed his daughter Anna to go to her room and sit on the bed, she was to not get dressed, but was to wait for him to finish giving her mother a sound whipping with his belt. He’d be in to tend to her belting as soon as he was finished.

Daddy said there would be no waiting until after dinner; he was administering all licks right now. Instead he would enjoy their facial discomfort while sitting down at dinner table in the family’s heavy oak dining table chairs. Until then Anna could wait for her lashing from daddy’s belt; and would listen to her mother’s screams and cries while daddy gave momma her share of his thick belt.

Abby stretched her arms out in front of her, but after a second she thought better, and put her hands underneath her. Turning her head to the side, she seen her husband had returned and informed him, “I… I don’t think, I can do this unless you hold me down Matt.”

He pulled the belt from his belt loops and doubled it over then laid his free hand over both of his wife’s well paddled ass and pressed down with extreme force. As promised he was quick. As fast as he could, Matt swung the belt extremely hard and struck his wife’s lower bottom and upper thighs sixteen times. He knew these strokes must feel like fire on an already thoroughly spanked lower bottom.

Abby howled and tried to slither out from under Matt’s heavy pressure, but the belt exploded against her bottom, each lash leaving behind a stripe of red-hot misery. By the third slash she was bawling like a child again. Matt however continued until he delivered sixteen cutting slashes against his wife’s tender ass. When it was over, Matt was holding her as she sobbed. She laid her head against his bare chest and cried out her pain and guilt. Abby was disappointment in her and extremely sorry for being deceitful.

Matt told Abby to put on her sheer nightgown, he would be back, but first he must go give Anna her whipping to.
Matt left Abby sobbing, naked, her bottom hot with striped lashes and bruised oval imprints from the heavy spoon. He walked across the hall and straight into Anna’s room with scolding words flying out of his mouth, “Young lady, it is not a matter of, if you meant any harm by wanting to finish your riding schedule.”

“I understand the feeling of wanting to finish something, but the problem is, just because you got your grades up, and was placed back on the softball team for school, didn’t mean you should go back to having your responsibility load over full again.” Anna’s daddy continued to scold and make her understand that he places rules and guidelines for reasons.

“Right now school work and the activities you do for your school, is all I said you were going to be a loud to have on your responsibility schedule for a while. Didn’t I?”

“yes, daddy but I .. I wanted to finish sooo badly.” Anna’s tears started swelling again.

Your mother and I are responsible to teach you how to balance responsibility of life? Lying, deception, and deliberately doing both of them are absolutely a big mistake to do.” Matt spoke right into his daughter’s scared and panicked face.

“It is damaging to one self in the outside world.” Matt continued to lecture his daughter about the importance of not lying and how it is importance to not lie to only to him and mommy, but how it is important to not lie to friends, your bosses and co-workers later in life.

Then Anna heard the last sentence sputter from her daddy’s mouth,
“The rules you have broken young lady are not lessons I remember teaching you as being part of what responsibility is about.” “Let’s go, get yourself bent over the bed, let me see your ass, We’ll see if a good lashing with my belt helps you start remembering to use some responsible logic for now on.”

“I am sure your mother well understands.”

Anna had no right to protest, and she didn’t know how to in this circumstance any way. The shame she felt now was not about having to undress; mommy already made her do that in the bathroom, and then she even added the humiliation of making her spread her legs and sex wide open for both her parents to see, so flipping over and showing daddy her naked ass again was not the issue. Anna knew the belt was going to hurt worse than the paddling for sure, Daddy is a heavy swinger with the belt, and never forgiving with it, and he was about to show Anna exactly how well daddy can use it to help reiterated the responsibility rules.

With measured strokes, and heavy pressure to the small of his daughters back pinning her in somewhat the same position he had just held her mother in 5 minutes earlier, he spaced several lashes seconds apart, Matt whistled the belt across his teen’s daughter’s delicate rump, covering the trembling pale cheeks with fiery crimson stripes which developed instantly into swollen welts.

Anna yelped and her legs kicked wildly when the belt landed hard on her upturned bottom. Oh it hurt! It hurt! No matter how many times she’d gotten it before, she could never really prepare herself. She gripped her pillow tight with both hands and buried her face in it.

Anna cried out at each of the next cut from her Daddy’s belt, and then slowly moved her hands in front of her to cry and scream into them, because she didn’t want to risk reaching for her bottom. Anna remembers getting hit on the hand once for reaching back; it’s a pain you don’t forget.

The sound of the belt cutting through the air and then landing on Anna’s backside made Abby jump and move fast to the hallway in her sheer white nightgown. She hated that either of them had to get spanked like this, but also knew that it was only right they did deserve them for being liars.

Soon Anna was sobbing, her little backside glowing and throbbing with more crisscrossed stripes then even mommy got. After more than two dozen strokes, Daddy stopped, “You can stand up now Anna, I hope this teaches you a lesson young lady” He knew that his daughter’s bottom would no doubt be feeling the wrath of his belt; she would have a difficult time sitting for the next several days.

Matt stood next to his sobbing daughter and began to gently rub her back, silently allowing her to calm down. Her bottom was thrashed and her closet thrown all over the floor still.

Anna stood sobbing and hiccuping so hard she could barely speak “Can I.. I have a a a hug daddy like mommy?” Anna asked him quietly, then leaned in slowly and hugged her daddy while rubbing her bottom some. She could tell it was going to be awhile before she was able to sit again.

Even after the spanking stopped Anna’s bottom continued to burn and ache as though the whipping was still in progress. This had to be the worst blistering her daddy had ever given her. He instructed that she organize and clean her room before dinner, or another paddling would be behind.

Matt turned and walked for the door. Abby turned just as quick and headed fast for the bedroom. Matt pick his pace up, seeing his wife’s ass glow through her sheer nightgown, pissed him off she had left their bedroom. He lashed Abby’s barely covered ass with his belt.

“Ouch Matt”, Abby screamed as she fled back to where Matt told her to stay.

Matt threw his belt on their bed, looking at Abby with an annoyance. His facial expression said more than words to how annoyed he was with her actions. He would go get his younger children out of the back yard. Instructing Dallas to watch his sister, and find a movie they both could watch.

He was going to take a shower.

“Where’s mommy?” Emma asked.

“Resting.” Matt said to his youngest daughter.

“Go watch a movie with Dallas Emma, do not knock on our bedroom door, or you will get a spanking this weekend too, Understand?”

Emma looked at her displeased daddy, and complied, “okay, okay daddy.”

Matt headed straight back down the hallway, for his bedroom, his craving for his defiant wife was building in his hot sweaty jeans. Physical unsympathetic discipline was a given, and known as the way it would always be in Matt’s house. His desire to punish his family held more than just a purpose to him, yes he would have respectful children and wife, but his sex-tool ache for his wife Abby, each and every time he witnessed her spanking one of their children.

When Abby was mad at her children she would spank them hard enough to cause sobbing in a hyperventilating kind of way. It made Matt twist with excitement all over his hard-wearing muscular body, and if Matt felt a daddy ass whipping was due, he would deliver it willingly, and set a small bottom ablaze, and not find much remorse to their pain or humiliation for getting themselves punished.

Abby would thank him sexually without a fight for being the good daddy he is. She was equally excited in the unforgiving discipline her husband held with her children and even herself. She loved her alpha husband, even when the punishment was being bestowed upon her. The rough lust, Matt would have Abby endure this time, was going to make Abby extremely sorry for her lying tongue.

“Come on.” Matt said gently grabbing Abby by the hand as he walked through their bedroom.

Matt led Abby straight into the bathroom, letting go of her hand, and leaning into the shower, turning it on. He turns to his wife and gently rotates her facing the mirror him standing directly in back of her, he lifts her white sheer nightgown, staring at her large green frighten eyes in the mirror.

“SHAME ON YOU.” Matt growled in Abby’s ear.

“I’m not done with punishing you yet, get in the shower, your mouth is getting washed out with my soapy cock young lady.” Matt then finished taking his wife’s nightgown off giving her a hard swat and watches her face flinch.

“Why you’re sucking my soapy cock Abby you can anticipate daddy’s special hairbrush when were done cleaning up.”

Hot tears swelled back-up in Abby’s eyes, and she whimpered, frowning in the mirror at herself.

Matt swatted Abby hard with his hand and then grabbed her by the wrist and hauled her towards the steaming shower, “get in the shower.” Matt undressed and stepped in, grabbing Abby by her already wet hair and yanking back on her head just enough to draw her face up for her to be forced to make eye contact with him.

“Get yourself down on those knees Abby, NOW!” Matt demanded.

Abby felt Matt let go of her hair and within seconds had Abby’s mouth full of his cock. Abby loved sucking on her husband’s cock. Not this time though. Matt washed his hair and upper body letting the soapy water rinse off and gag his wife with the taste of soap water as she impales his engorged cock in and out her mouth.

Abby gags and weeps letting go of her sucking mouth full of soap and water, and starts cough gagging and pleading to Matt for it to stop.

Matt grabs Abby by her hair, “OPEN your LYING mouth.” Abby complies and she is returned to the tasting of soapy water blowjob. She choked on soap and Matt’s cock, doing everything to breathe right through the water and the wretched taste she had to tolerate. Matt couldn’t care less what her suffering felt like at that moment, his state of desire was euphoric.

When Abby heard the water stop, she felt her skin set fire, it was like a wave of electricity, it was milliseconds and her entire body was quivering and wet with the anticipation of another beating to her ass.
“Stand up.” Matt demanded Abby, grabbing her hair, helping her wet naked body to her feet.

Turn around, and let me see your ass.” Matt forced Abby around bending her in half by taking his left muscular arm and placing it at her waist line, pushing her over his arm. Taking his foot spreading Abby’s legs wide, showing him her pussy, wet with soapy water, and the tensions of sexual desire.

Matt grabbed his hard wooden bath brush, he never used for anything other than beating Abby’s ass when she needed it. Today would be one of those days.

Abby felt the first crack of the brush on her wet sore ass, and her legs slid two inches farther apart. “oww, oww owww” Abby wept, as the second and the third landed blazing her ass.

“OWWW, OWWIEEE, owiieeee. Abby would break real fast with tears and sobs, her bottom was still flaming with the earlier licking she had got. Matt didn’t care, Abby’s bottom would be taught lying could really make life suck.

“If you, “CRACK- THWACK”, EVER LIE, AND DECEIVE WITH, “WHAP-WHAP”, ONE OF OUR “CRACK-SMACK’, CHILDREN, EVER AGAIN, “SLAP-CRACK”, YOU WILL THINK TODAY’S PUNISHMENT, “WHAP-CRACK” WAS AS SIMPLE BREEZE, “CRACK-WHAP.
“UNDERSTAND?” CRACK.

Matt moved his arm out from holding Abby over it, and Abby fell to the shower floor, wet and still coughing from the soap and humiliating punishment she just got for lying.

“Let’s go Abby.” Matt again reached for Abby’s hand. Abby wanting to hesitate, but knew honestly it was not wise. She reached; and Matt helps, still wet and sobbing even heavier now.

Matt walks Abby dripping, and orders her lay on her stomach. She does reluctantly burying her face in the Green comforter, she sobs openly.

“Hand me the belt Abby.” Matt ordered.

Abby started kicking her legs with short little taps up and down on the bed, sobbing and pleading Matt to not whip her more, she had enough, the lesson was taught and Abby begged with her soul, she understood, and would not ever conspire to lie and break trusted ties between them.

Matt took his assaulting whipping belt and wrapped it around his wife’s wrist, just looping it around and around, not pulling tight, but enough for Abby to remember to keep them back from trying to stop and push back on Matt’s hips when he decided he wanted to take her ass hard and unforgiving.

Abby could feel her muscular husband climb his naked body onto the bed and come over top of her semi- half dry body now. His breaths were heavy with lust and he held himself above her bare fair skin and came done laying a kiss on both inflamed ass cheeks. Matt traced Abby’s bottom crease between her ass and her upper thighs, in which were not spared in any three assaults she was giving in the last hour and half.

Abby quiver and winces at the mischievous and painful feeling her clit was starting to recognize, she knew he was going to tear her puckered rose-hole up. He would rub her, and bring her body up into his so he could place a finger or three inside her cunt hole, and fuck it hard. It would make her girlhood feel like an electric current of pure delighted satisfaction. He would move and use his enlarged and throbbing cock to fuck her wildly and make her plead and beg she will never do anything like this again.

Matt slowed his throbbing and thrusting cock down and started to slowly and gently fuck Abby, grabbing her hair and bringing her head back just enough for him to lean in and whisper in her ear.

“Your ass is purple dear, and watching you and Anna sit for the next week will delight me, if you think this is the last ass fucking you will get this week, think again sweetie, for I will take it nightly if I choose, and because you get no panties for the next week, I’ll be sure to get to see a lot of that blistered butt to remind me I want to fuck its dark hole.”
Matt grabbed Abby’s extremely spanked ass cheeks and pulled them apart, he placed his wide healthy thick cock on the tip of Abby’s hidden hole, holding her ass cheeks wider just to her Abby whimper and scream louder. As soon as Abby felt like initial thrust was going to happen she yelped the words, “I am sorry Daddy.” Matt slammed his cock into his wife’s ass, not slowing and not giving an ounce of attention to his wife’s cries of how sorry she was. He was going to show her the established rules are to not be broken, and if she didn’t follow them she would pay with her bottom in many ways.

Abby paid a total of 4 more times that week, all leading to the same fate, Matt even made sure her bottom stayed sore, by giving her swats with the wooden spoon every morning after the kids got on the bus, and before leaving for work. He called them her reminder swats, to keep her panties off and her behavior in check.
Anna learned to not bug her mother for favors that made a situation more lenient on her. Her closet stayed cleaned and Matt also gave her many reminder swats for weeks to keep that way. Matt enjoyed himself, and decided more weekends at home were needed.

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“OH ANNA”

The sound of the alarm going off was remarkably loud in the middle of the night. Anna’s slim hand quickly reached out from under the covers and turned it off. She tousled her head, and raised it a tad, and looked around blankly blinking with her blue eyes, through the darkness of her room. She waited to see if anyone in the house was going to react to the sound of it themselves.When there wasn’t sound or movement from anyone, Anna tiptoed quietly out of her room, down the hall, then down the stairs, praying quietly to herself all the way, no one would hear the creaky warped step as she step off it.

Especially, her daddy!

Once she reached the last step to the stairs, and made it off, it would be relatively easy for Anna to open the garage door and slip out into the chilly Friday night air.

Carey had been waiting outside for her friend, Anna.

“It’s about time!” Carey said, smiling to her.

“Come on, let’s go!”  Anna said quickly grabbing Carey’s yellow shirt and pulling her towards the sidewalk and around the corner as fat as she could.

They had been planning to sneak out for quite a while, and it was the first night they had finally gotten the guts to do it.

“So where do you want to go?” Anna said almost in a whisper, still fearing that her brother Dallas might hear them from his open bedroom window.

Anna walked fast dragging Carey with her, and smiled maliciously at her friend, than linked her arm through Carey and started skipping up the sidewalk.

“Any place that isn’t here,” Carey joked.

“How about the new nightclub that just opened?” Anna said in delight.

Carey nodded.”Yeahhh!  That would be fun!”

They walked down the sidewalk until they got to the bus stop.  They both hoped that no one would think suspiciously, since both were too young, and out pretty late at night.

Carey and Anna had dressed up for the occasion and even though they technically didn’t really look 18, they had fake ID’s that claimed they were 21 actually.

So no one could really say anything.

When the bus arrived downtown, they found their stop and stepped off the bus.

There was a line outside the club and the girls found they were extremely excited and couldn’t stop their babbling.

“This is going to be great!” Anna screeched in excitement while dragging Carey to the end of the line.

Anna and Carey stood shifting from one foot to the other in the cold night waiting to get in to the new club, but Carey started thinking.

“Hey, do you think your brother will notice you’re gone?” Carey asked nervously to Anna, and in a voice barely above a whisper.

Carey knew Anna’s brother Dallas would love to snitch Anna out, so she worried for her friend. Anna knew he would tell, but she would seek revenge.

The worry the felt, couldn’t conceal their excitement however, they were tired of being treated like children, young little girls, and knew they would be just fine, if giving a chance to be out on a Friday night by themselves.

Anna shook her head.  “No one will ever know,”

They waited in line patiently, finally walking up to the bouncer, who held out his hand for their IDs.

Carey nervously showed hers, to him, hoping he would buy it, and then he looked at Anna, waiting for her to hand him hers too.

Anna handed her ID to the bouncer and gave him a smile, then heaved a sigh of relief as he simply waved them through after barely checking.

Inside, the music was loud enough that Anna winced, and almost had to cover her ears for a second, however she refrained and just popped to the music.

“Do you want to go to the bar?” Carey shouted to Anna so she could hear her over the music.

“OH, Yeah!” Anna yelled to Carey.

Anna had always wanted to try some other form of alcohol other then the gin her daddy drank, that’s disgusting she thought, but she had never really had the courage to try her mother’s Vodka.

Abby, Anna’s mother, would have busted her ass, and Anna knew her mother could tell if someone touch her stash.

In school they were always taught about the bad things that could happen when someone drank, they act stupid, get raped, get sick, die… those kind of things, but Anna wouldn’t think of death, she could only think of how much her Daddy would whip her bottom if he was to find out she snuck out of his house, and went to a club and drank.

Anna’s friends had been drinking a lot and Carey didn’t seem to be having any kind of problems trying something herself, so Anna had also been anxious to try something herself, and see what the big deal was.

“Come on!” Carey told Anna, grabbing her hand and leading her to the bar.

“What do you want?” she asked digging money out of her pocket.

“Um, I want to try one of the Johnny Walker shot” I heard my mommy say they were delightful, and my Daddy said “Oh yeah they were.” Anna said quietly but still screaming into Carey’s ear. “Four Johnny Walkers please” Anna stood watching Carey order their shots, as though she was 21.

“We’ll have two to start with” Carey said.

After getting through the door, no one would ask to see ID again, so Carey felt safe, and confident.

Anna shrugged, drinking the first shot down as quickly as possible so she could try something else.

“That was awesome tasting, the girls said in unison as they turned to the bartender, and slammed the other one.

“What else should we try?” Anna asked.  She dance a wiggled in place, standing just craving to get out on the dance floor, when she saw a woman who had a yellowish drink and asked her what it was.

The woman replied with the name ”Yellow Jacket” and Anna looked at Cary.

“That’s what I want, you want one too?” Anna said digging in her hot pink purse, to pay for this set of drinks..

Anna brought them, and the girls guzzled down their third drink, dancing with everyone possible on their way to the main dance floor

Anna was beginning to feel a little hot and tipsy, but didn’t care.  She wanted another drink, and the gentlemen dancing next to her gave him his and she drank it.

She looked over too Carey to see how she was doing, and if she was still dancing with the guy in the red stripped shirt.

Anna couldn’t see Carey, and got nervous, and went gliding off the dance floor looking furiously in all directions.

She noticed her eyes were starting to see a double.

Anna was walking towards the sign that said “women bathroom” when she noticed Carey walking out the front door.

Carey was walking out the door with that gentlemen she was dancing with, and Anna tried to catch up, dodging the crowd of people and hollering Carey’s name at the same time.

Anna had a bad feeling, and it was not only because her eyes were strangely getting more and more hazy. Her stomach ached and for some reason the heat in her body was starting to rise in her lowermost, as she gotten frightened, with why Carey was not stopping, but leaving the club with a man they had never knew or seen before.

When Anna reached outside, and her feet hit the sidewalk, she again looked furiously in all directions, not seeing Carey anywhere. She immediately started to panic, and run to left screaming Carey’s name, and then running back to the right, hollering her name even louder.

“Who are you looking for?”

Anna turned to see police officer; she had not seen him when she exited the club. He was asking her the question, and walking towards her.

“Um, I Um, I was looking for my friend. No biggie Sir, she will be back.” Anna tried to reply and answer the police office, but her word seemed just as stumbleish, as her walk was getting that way too.

“How old are you young lady?” the police office got nosier.

“Twenty-one” Anna lied,

“Let me see your ID.”

“Um, I I, okay.” Anna was hotter than ever now, and she couldn’t help but start to shake, it was more than the cold.

“Where do you live?” The police officer questioned Anna.

Anna never read the ID, she had no clue if the ID said her street address, or someone else’s. She just took it from her friend Kate earlier and hid it down deep in her purse.

“I Oh, I” Anna didn’t know what to say, so she turned and started walking away from the officer.

Anna panicked.  Not knowing she was breathing heavily from the amount of fear she was experience, and trying to ignore the horrific pain in the pit of her stomach.  She tried to run, but stumbled, dizzy.

Before she could do much more, she felt the office grip her arm and start helping her back up to her feet.

“LET ME GO YOU PUCKIGN FIG!”, messing up her words yet again, Anna caused herself even more trouble than she already was in.

It wasn’t but moments later when the office figured out who Anna was, and that she belonged to Matt and Abby, two people the officer had great respect for; and proceeded to escorted Anna back home.

The officer ringing the doorbell, waking Matt’s entire house up at one in the morning, was not going to be good at all for Anna.

“I want to know where my friend Carey is.”

Anna was still babbling to the officer as he rang the doorbell again at the exact moment Matt opened his front door. Blinking himself from sleep in his eyes, Matt sees an officer standing there with his drunken daughter.

Talking and being rather rude with the question she was asking an officer.

“This is your daughter Matt?” The officer asked.

“Yes!” Matt replied.

Abby coming up behind Matt tying her black sheer robe.

“She is drunk and looking for her friend Carey.”  The officer said.

“Thank you, I will call Carey’s parents right now.” Matt said grabbing Anna’s upper skinny arm and heaving her through the door.

Matt would grip tighter on her arm making Anna yelp,  he kept her to his side, and spoke to the officer for several more minutes, getting the story of how Anna had been observed coming out of the newer club downtown, drunk and slurring her words, and had even falling down trying to get away from the officer.

Abby stood stunned, and could see the back of Matt’s neck getting redder with anger.

“This was not going to be good.”

What’s going on Mommy?” Dallas asked.

“Yes Mommy, what’s going on?” Emma asked standing behind Dallas.

“Go back to bed NOW!”  Anna replied quickly.

Emma ran quickly, she noticed Daddy had Anna in a grip she knew well herself.

“STAY RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE DALLAS!” Matt roared loudly, terrifying Emma as she ran for her bed.

Dallas and Abby stood froze.

“Dallas you’re going to witness the serious ass whipping I’m going to give your sister.” Matt continued, shutting the door and dragging Anna into the living room.

“YOUNG LADY, HOW DARE YOU!”

“Daddy, daddy, noo daddy, I need to find Carey, I need to find Carey.” Anna started to protest with everything she had.

Matt turned to Abby and told her to go get his belt, and then go call Carey’s parents.

Matt grabbed his daughter, ripping her pants and panties off, hollering and tugging at her wardrobe he proclaimed he was going to whip her ass raw.

“I am going to make sure you don’t forget, and Dallas will remember witnessing, hopefully the both of you will think twice before being so stupid.

As Matt fought with Anna and her pants, her fake ID came fling out of her back pocket and landed in front of Abby’s feet as she returned to the living room holding Matt’s belt.’

“NOOO, Daddy.” Is all Anna could say, she really couldn’t say she didn’t do it, or she wasn’t drunk.

“Maybe being drunk was better.” Anna thought.

Abby went to make the phone call, from the phone beside the recliner chair, and Matt dragged his daughter forcing her bare ass over the large arm of the couch. Pinning her with his massive strength in one hand, he unleashed slash after slash with his belt to Anna’s bare behind with his other arm.

Anna screamed and kicked with her legs, begging Daddy to please stop the whipping her so hard.  She felt every lick, even though she was tipsy drunk.

They slashed her skin and made a welt instantly.

Dallas watched in secret enjoyment, he didn’t care that Anna was withering and squirming under their daddy’s firm hand and strength of his whipping belt.

Frankly, Dallas tought it was enjoyable to see his sister’s private parts. It was the first glimpses, to what women actually looked like with their pants down, spread for someone to see.

With Anna’s kicking, and the spreading of her legs, Dallas was getting a real good look.

He smiled but enough for mommy to see.

Abby explained to Carey’s parents, Carey was missing, and that as soon as Matt was done punishing their daughter, he would get in the car and start out looking for Carey also.

Abby hung up, and went back to pay attention to what was happening.

Matt swung with muscle.  “You could’ve, WHAT THE HELL would’ve happened to you if that officer wouldn’t of been there YOUNG LADY,” he said, standing and swing his leather belt repeatedly over again to his daughters ass.

“Young Lady, how dare you get brought home drunk off your ass by an officer, and with your friend missing?”

“Is she drunk?” Matt stopped swinging for a second.

“Daa Daa DAaddddieeee, no more, no more!”

“I ASKED, IS CAREY DRUNK TOO?”

“Yesss daddddieeee, owwwieee, pleaseee, mommyiee!”

“WHERE DID YOU GET THE FAKE ID?”

Anna screaming, thought very hard about not to tell on her friend, but Daddy would just make it worse, and this was bad, bad enough to Anna. So she gave her friend up, the one who had given her the ID’s at school

“Daddyyyy, I I, It It wassss, owieeee, Kate!”

“After your rude way of having this family woke up in the middle of the night all because you want to sneak out and act imprudent.”

“How dare you no respect for an officer trying to help you find Carey, and ultimately having had brought your torrent ass home.”

Matt actually laughed.

“You want me to stop whipping your ass?” Matt asked, but not giving Anna a chance to speak.

“Not a chance” Matt continued with shockwaves of agitation, making Dallas and Abby start to wince with his depth of anger, and the sound of her daughter, and his sister scream in pain.

Not including the actual sound of the leather cracking bare flesh of Anna’s ass and legs, started to get to Dallas’s own thought of what would or could happen to him if he acted in anyway as stupid as Anna just did.”

“No way lady!” Matt continued to lie the belt directly and with force all over his daughter’s ass and back of her legs, making her scream and beg for him to understand she would never do such a thing again as sneak out and get drunk.

I can’t trust you.”

“Do you care to explain to me what, exactly, was going through your head?”

Matt shook his head at his young daughter.

“If you ever do such a thing again Anna, I will not only whip your ass, but I will whip it over and over again for weeks.”

Matt held his belt to his side, turning looking at Abby.

Abby had already grabbed her heavy wooden spoon and walked straight up alongside of Matt, and directly behind Anna’s still bent over position, sobbing and begging that they understood, she would never do this again.

“I’m so disappointed in you.” Abby started to scold

“What you did was dangerous.”  Abby started to smack Anna’s ass with the heavy spoon, sending Anna back to bucking and kicking wildly over the couches arm.

“You could’ve been kidnapped, raped, killed… or you could have went to jail!”

This will not be what happens to any of our kids?” Abby began to smack Anna’s ass even harder, but stopping to point her wooden spoon at Dallas.

“I mean any of you kids, hear me Young Man?”

Dallas answers quickly, “Yes Mommy”

“Good.” Abby said and returned to adding a nice set of round bruises to her daughters extremely whipped ass.

“You’re smarter than that, Young Lady.  You have a future ahead of you.”

“You are going to make something of yourself, don’t fuck it up with drinking,” Abby scolded.

Anna’s head dropped as she realized the seriousness of what she did. Well she knew she messed up, she tried to convince them she was sorriest.

“Mommy, Daddy “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” Anna wailed and bawled with her soul.

“Damn right it won’t happen again. Matt and Abby said in unison.

“We’ll make sure of that.”

7 thoughts on ““Matt and Abby” Familly DD (as) By Levena

  1. As a male reader I’m not put off by any spanking given to Dallas. I rather enjoy reading about those too although not as much as the punishments of sweet Emma and Anna. Matt has a whole family to discipline and I think punishments should be uniform to a degree. Perhaps a common spanking bench for the family (including Abby) and see how each member of the family reacts to the device for their own particular spankings. Love the entire Matt/Abby series

    • Frank I love writing this series for its readers…. Many do not comment, but I know their there. Matt does have a whole family to spank, and he has many idea’s to make discipline go to levels of ultimate daddy control.. I think a bench is exactly what the family might need, everyone is just getting older and well troubles get bigger, and punishments get worse, and more humility needs taught RIGHT?…. Happy reading, “Anna’s Switching” will be posted someday today.. Hope you enjoy it, and remember the second part to “House of Tears” coming in a week or so.

      • Well if you started out in the beginning you would realize Matt does love his wife and children, however he is disturbed with spanking his entire family. Huh, raping Anna. Don’t think so, but Abby does violate her in one story. Happy reading Ginger.

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