The Spanking of Erin and Her Cousin

by Susan Thomas

  She knew what she should do, which was to go back to the kitchen, shutting the door and waiting until her mother's correction was over. But Jessica was intensely curious. The sounds indicated that maybe the door was open and she wanted to see - after all, she had never seen anyone spanked. She tip-toed up the stairs, keeping to one side to minimise any creaking, and at the top she cautiously sidled along the wall to get sight of her parents' door - it was half open. She got closer and was able to see what was happening very clearly indeed.

  Her father was sitting on the edge of the bed, and her mother, who had clearly removed the dress she had worn to church, was left only in her bra. She was draped across her father's lap but with her upper body on the bed and her feet on the floor. Her bottom was deeply red and looking especially angry in the centre of her cheeks, while her father was spanking her hard with the paddle in a steady way which was causing her mum to writhe and cry out constantly, while her bottom cheeks bounced and rippled under the smacks of the paddle. At the precise moment she took all this in, her father looked up and spotted her.

  He paused in mid-spank. "I thought I heard a noise but wasn't sure with your mother's wailing. Well, looks like a busy afternoon for me. Come in Jessica and while I finish off your mum's correction you can be getting ready for your own. When you're ready, put your hands on your head and stand there against the wall by the door."

  Jessica felt her stomach lurch at this turn of events. What on earth could she say, she had been caught red-handed so to speak and now she was really going to get it. Dad wasn't going to take her spying on this private spanking very lightly. She felt another lurch - he wouldn't use the strap, would he? Oh no, she couldn't face the strap! Erin had given her a graphic account of how hard she had found it to take her eighteen strokes, and how her aunt had had to help her stay in position and how she had nearly earned extras.

  "Jessica May Bilsborrow, if you are not undressed and against that wall very soon you will regret it."

  Jess realised that her dad was still paused in his spanking and she was just standing dumbstruck. She stepped into the room quickly and began pulling her clothes off. The spanking resumed and her mother, who had been sobbing quietly, began shrieking out again as the paddle smacked down hard on her bottom. Soon Jess was naked below the waist and, leaving the clothes where they were, she quickly got into the position against the wall. She found she was flinching each time the paddle made its horrid smack on her mum's bottom, causing her to shriek.

  The correction didn't last much longer fortunately, but now Jess felt sick because soon it would be her turn. Why, oh why had she sneaked up to have a peek? It would have been so easy to just go into the kitchen. She heard her dad comforting her mum and her mum tearfully promising that it would never happen again. Of course she had no idea what it might be, but it must have been bad or annoying to get her a spanking like that.

  Next were the sounds of her mum being made to stand in a corner near the bed. She was amazed that her mum was getting that too, but they'd obviously carved out some sort of agreement because her mum raised no objection. Jessica tensed, expecting her correction to start now, but nothing happened. She heard her dad moving around, but he didn't come near her. Time dragged and she became more nervous, her mind playing over what he might do and making each scenario worse. Suppose he spanked her with the paddle and then strapped her. She couldn't take it and would have to refuse, but it would ruin everything. Jess couldn't believe how very stupid she had been.

  Then, after an eternity, she heard her dad allow her mum out of the corner. Her mother cried as she apologised for doing whatever she had done, and her dad was kindness itself. Then came the sounds of her mum washing her face and getting redressed. Finally, she heard her father's voice.

  "Now we have young Jessica to deal with. Turn around Jessica and explain yourself, my girl."

  Jessica turned and faced her parents. She was by now in a real state of nervousness and her hands fluttered around as she explained about feeling different and not liking being with her old friends, then finding the back door locked, and then her simple curiosity. She babbled apologies, it was wrong she knew, and she was sorry and it would never ever happen again. They let her babble on for quite some time.

  "You do realise that you now also need correcting, Jessica?"

  "Yes, Daddy, I am so sorry, really I am." Jessica's eyes welled up with tears and she could barely stand still she was so scared at what might happen.

  Her mother intervened, very respectfully Jess noticed. "Darling, may I talk with you?"

  Her father made her turn round and go back to the wall, and again she had to put her hands on her head; she heard them whispering in the background. Finally, she was told to take her hands down again and turn around.

  "Jessica, you do realise that in spying like that you were at the very least extremely disrespectful?"

  "Yes, Daddy, I do and I am sorry."

  "I take a very dim view of it, Jess, I must be honest. We have to feel that we have privacy in our own home."

  "I know, Daddy, I do understand. It was just the once, I've never done it before."

  "Well, your mum has pleaded for you and as she is really the injured party I must take it into account. She has pointed out that she got you into trouble only the other day and she accidentally revealed your situation to a college friend so she feels I should be lenient in your correction. Heavens, I am sounding pompous. Anyway, Jess, I am not prepared to let you off totally, you wouldn't like it if a friend spied on you getting a spanking, so we have come up with a compromise. I will give you a hand spanking for two minutes and then six strokes of the strap as a warning as to what will happen to you if you do it again. Is that fair?"

  Jessica nearly collapsed with relief, just a two-minute hand spanking and just six strokes of the strap. She babbled grateful thanks, it never once crossed her mind that not long ago the mere thought of standing half-naked in front of her dad and being grateful for a spanking and six with the strap, would have been unbelievable.

  Her father sat down again on the bed and Jessica took up the same position her mother had been in. The first hard smack of his hand across her bottom stung but worse was the intimacy of it. To be eighteen and have your father's hand smacking down on your bare bottom is deeply personal and embarrassing. It may well be good for a girl to have her father spank her like that sometimes, but it isn't easy for her.

  If she had thought that a two-minute hand spanking might be easy to bear she was mistaken. Her dad spanked hard and fast and it took very little time to have her legs kicking and stretching, while she gasped out a whole series of 'ooh' and 'ouch' noises, before finally she began to cry and grasp at the bedclothes in order to stop her reaching back to protect her bottom.

  She was allowed to stand once the spanking was over and she held her bottom with one hand while scrubbing the tears from her face with the other. Her mum handed her dad the strap, which was of course identical to the one used on Erin. It smelt strongly of the rich new leather and was undoubtedly heavy, about seventeen or eighteen inches long and a little under two inches wide but three eighths of an inch thick because it was made of two layers. It was designed to punish and punish severely. It was for that reason that the church promoted caution as to when to use it and to give no more than the age of the recipient in strokes.

  "Now then, Jessica, get up and lie face down on the bed. I suggest you hold on to a pillow or something so you don't put your hands back. I'm giving you six only, but they will hurt I am told so be brave."

  Jessica needed no telling that the strap hurt, Erin had put that point across very clearly. Erin herself dreaded getting the strap, and said that so did every boy and girl in her church. Jess was relieved regarding her punishment, but still scared of how much this bit would hurt. She did as she was told and held on tightly to the pillow. Her dad pulled her top up her back a bit so that her bottom was unobstructed in any way.

  "Jess, I want you to count these strokes. E
rin's Uncle Jack said he doesn't do that, but he thinks it might help a girl who is getting it or so his neighbour tells him. Just say one and two and so on."

  Jess felt the strap lay across her bottom, and cold and heavy it felt to her. Her stomach clenched tightly as it was lifted up but it just fell back on her bottom again and she guessed her dad was making sure it would hit her bottom and not her back. It lifted again and Jess sensed that this was it and buried her face tightly into the pillow. There was a huge blow across her bottom and she heard the sound of it reverberate around the room. Then she screamed out into the pillow because her bottom had erupted with a fiery pain. She beat her feet up and down on the bed and then remembered she was supposed to count. "One," she quavered.

  When the second one crashed down venomously across the mound of her bottom, she began to cry and the, "Two" was sobbed out. How had poor Erin taken eighteen of these?

  Her feet beat a tattoo on the bed and she gripped the pillow tightly as she counted the third and fourth strokes but the fifth was nearly too much and she rolled away to one side after it was done. For a brief moment she looked up at her dad, and then remembered she was meant to count so she whispered to him, "Five," realised there was only one more and managed to roll back to take the last one. She spent the whole period of corner time marvelling at Erin's courage in taking a full eighteen.

  On Monday morning, Jessica had an interesting collection of different marks and bruises on her bottom, but as it turned out she wasn't the only one. When sessions were over, they all went back to Jess's house and up to her room to each show their war wounds. Kat had nine more strokes of the cane because she'd been questioning her parents' unwavering adherence to the Catholic faith. It wasn't the questioning, Kat pointed out, it was the attitude she had displayed doing it. She now realised she had become a bit too passionate and her dad, she now felt, had been right to cane her. The marks of the cane looked fairly nasty to the others.

  Mel had fallen foul of her dad too, once again over the clothing allowance. She had not worn a dress to church because it was now too small as it was four years old and she had filled out, but couldn't afford another. He took it as deliberate impertinence and defiance and had taken his belt to her bottom, giving her another twelve.

  Jess didn't quite know how to explain her offence, but just said she had breached her parents' privacy. It was Kat that started the ball rolling - she analysed her behaviour with brutal honesty and admitted she had really attacked her parents' faith in a quite rude and unnecessary way because she really didn't like the priest. She felt she deserved her caning and that if her children behaved that way she would cane them too. She then turned to Mel and demanded honesty from her too.

  It took quite a while to drag the truth out of Mel and the truth was she could have worn a skirt to church quite easily and did not have to wear jeans, but she was being stubborn about her clothing allowance. It was too small they all agreed and her point was she would work, but her father wouldn't let her so she was stuck with the old clothes she had grown out of and no money to replace them. She felt she sort of hadn't handled it well, but that her father had been unreasonable too.

  Jess was easy, she admitted she had done something very wrong that she shouldn't have done, and got off relatively lightly. The girls decided they would ask Erin whether she deserved her "corrections" but she wasn't available being hours behind in time, so Jess promised she would ask Erin.

  That night, Jess sat up late and got Erin when she was home from her uncle's business. She asked the question and Erin agreed she did, on balance, deserve her punishments in the sense she could have handled things better to avoid them. Jess let slip the Corporal Correction Club and Erin immediately wanted to be part.

  Jess was suddenly excited, maybe there were other girls who would join too, but how would they communicate? She told Erin she would get back to her and called up the other two on Skype. Soon the plan was made which was perfect for these girls as they were doing a degree in computer science. They would set up a web site which was accessed only by a password (in the end by a user name, password and a 'memorable phrase' system which required a selection of characters from it, but never the whole phrase itself).

  Erin would pay for the web hosting because she was the only one earning properly. It tested the three girls, but they got help from their head of department who didn't know what it was for, but was delighted with their eagerness. They built the site which had a forum - a place for each girl to put up her punishments - and a facility that allowed the others to comment or ask questions. Each punishment also had a voting bar which allowed a vote ranging from "Unfair!" to "You were asking for that girl." There was a place for personal photographs and photographs of individual punishments. Mel's sister Susan joined and soon there were ten girls signed up, but with a rule that any new member had to be known personally to the member proposing. It soon became apparent to all the girls that no matter how they might try and deflect the blame for their spankings, they had to one degree or another deserved them. Their parents weren't, after all, unfair.

  The problem always, for someone like Jess, was not the new life she had chosen where all was going well, but the old life which tried to draw her back. She lacked the will to tell her old friends the truth, which was that she now wanted something different. Of course, she couldn't even dream of telling them that she would be spanked if she didn't behave. And the consequence was that they kept trying to involve her in stuff they were doing.

  One afternoon, her commitments at college being over, she wandered round to the allotments to help Uncle Alan, expecting he would be there as it was his usual time. He wasn't there but there was a small group of her old school friends looking furtive. The leader was Pete Bowland, whose granddad had an allotment round the corner and at the end of the right-angled shaped site. They called her over and, not liking to say no, she walked round with them to the end plot where Pete produced some joints for them all to share. His father was another well off man and Pete was incredibly spoilt, but at least he was generous with it. Jess was no stranger to a joint, but since leaving school had not been part of that world, but she took one and holding it wondered whether just to pass it on and leave. She was not comfortable with this at all. Just then Uncle Alan appeared.

  "I thought I saw a group of youngsters come round here but it's you Pete. What are you doing here when your granddad isn't?" He took the joint from Jess, sniffed and continued. "I guess I don't have to ask really. Go, and Pete I shall be speaking to your granddad about this."

  Pete went somewhat pale. His granddad was an extremely large man, ex-army and ex-police, with an extremely old-fashioned attitude to discipline. It would not be beyond him to give Pete a good hiding and confiscate any drugs that he had. The group began wandering off muttering but not arguing

  "Not you Jess." Uncle Alan sounded most unlike himself and it occurred to Jess that maybe he wasn't as soft as they had supposed.

  "I wasn't going to smoke it. I didn't know what to do. You weren't here and they came along and well they wanted me to go with them, and then Pete produced the joints. I'm not part of all that now but I didn't know how to get out of it."

  "Jess, quite apart from anything else, it is illegal as you know that quite well. I'll have to tell your dad."

  "He's away on business for a week, Uncle Alan, did you forget?"

  He had and now he had a dilemma: he didn't want to upset his friend while he was away and could do nothing about it, but his instinct was that it was better that this issue was dealt with immediately. Reluctantly, he could see only three outcomes: one was to tell her dad and to have Jess wait until he got back; two was to say nothing and just talk it through with her; and the third, and least appealing, was to punish her himself, which was something she herself had said he could do.

  "You do realise how stupid it is to get involved with that lot? Pete, for example, has a dodgy reputation and I know for a fact the police are taking an interest in him."

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p; He didn't say how he knew this but Jess guessed it was through Pete's ex-policeman granddad. "Yes I know. What are you going to do?"

  He outlined the three options and asked what she thought should happen. None of them appealed to Jess either but the least acceptable was distracting her dad while he was away. She didn't want to say other than that and in the end stumbled out her answer.

  "I think...well I think it wouldn't be fair on Dad... when he is working away like that... you know what I mean? I mean it would, like, worry him... wouldn't it? I mean he might even think he had to come back and he doesn't. I mean it isn't that bad... is it? But I don't know. I mean I don't know what you should do. I'm really sorry, I just wish... I wish I had waited for you and left them to it."

  Alan Foster suddenly realised that this was down to him to decide. He could hardly expect Jessica to decide for him, and he believed that she needed to be taught a lesson, which was to refuse to become involved with her old life. He also had a low opinion of all drug use besides which, whatever the debate, it was still against the law to use it.

  "You gave me a right which I never expected to use, but I think, Jess, I shall now use it. You have a tough lesson to learn and drugs in my opinion are very bad news but regardless of that they are against the law. I shall handle your 'correction' as that manual calls it. We won't worry your mum now..."