Kelly

Kelly could hardly believe that she was sitting on her
old bed, dressed in nothing but a bathrobe, waiting for her
parents to call her downstairs. She was 22 years old, a
senior at the university, and she was about to get a
spanking. It had been seven years since she had last lain
across her parents' lap, her butt bared for a workout with the
well-worn hairbrush they used as a paddle. Seven years--
yet the knot in her stomach was unmistakably familiar as she
watched the clock crawl toward 9 pm.
Kelly's parents firmly believed in spanking as the
discipline of last resort for their children. They didn't spank
often but, when they did, you didn't soon forget it. Kelly had
had her share of encounters with the hairbrush as she was
growing up, as had her older sister Anna and her younger
sister and brother, Lynn and Bill. Spankings were a family
affair at Kelly's house. Mom and Dad shared equally in
administering the licks and your siblings were always
present to witness the humiliating and painful punishment.
Even though they no longer lived at home, Kelly and Anna
were always notified when Lynn or Bill had earned a
spanking and, with rare exception, they always came. Anna
had married just over a year ago and her husband John was
now also invited to family spankings. So far, he had
watched Bill get his butt pounded twice.
When mom and dad decided that one of the children
had earned a spanking, the procedure was always the same.
You would be informed of the impending punishment a day
in advance, leaving you at least 24 hours to anticipate the
ordeal. As the appointed hour drew near, you had to go to
your room, take off all your clothes, put on a bathrobe, and
wait. The other members of the family would gather in the
den. When the time for the spanking arrived, mom or dad
would come upstairs and lead you down. There, the reason
for the spanking would be recounted. Then, mom or dad,
whoever was going to administer the first half of the licks,
would pick up the familiar hairbrush and sit down in what the
kids all called the "spanking chair." You had to take off your
bathrobe, for spankings were always given on the bare
buttocks with the recipient completely nude. Despite the fact
that it hastened the beginning of the painful licks, you usually
lost no time in lying across the waiting lap since that was the
only way to hide your most private parts from the family's
scrutiny. Mom or dad helped you position yourself so that
your exposed backside made an appropriate target. Once
you were in place, the hairbrush began striking your
defenseless fanny with sharp smacks. You were expected
to count each lick out loud. The licks were given slowly and
methodically, usually on alternating cheeks. During the
course of the spanking, the hairbrush would work its way
over most of the surface area of your exposed buttocks.
Invariably, many of the spanks would fall on already tender
spots. Halfway through, mom and dad would trade places.
When the spanking was finally over, you had to go stand in
the corner, still naked, with your blistered buttocks fully
visible for at least 30 minutes. The only exception occurred
when you were not the only child to be spanked. Then, once
you had been spanked, you got to put your robe back on and
watch the others take their licks, after which you all were
sent to the corners of the den.
In recent years, it had been Bill who was usually the
star of the show when the family gathered for a spanking.
Bill always got two or three spankings a year, sometimes
more, and, in the process, Kelly had watched his body
mature into puberty. She still remembered his hairless
crotch with its tiny weenie when he was six or seven. Over
the years, she had watched his sex organ grow and develop.
Bill had gotten his most recent spanking about two months
ago. When he dropped his robe to climb over his dad's lap
for the first half of that spanking, he revealed a long, thick
penis nestled in a tangle of dark brown hair. Lynn had not
been spanked nearly as often as Bill and it had been two
years since Kelly had last seen her naked. At that time, her
breasts had just begun to swell and a fine mat of pubic hair
had only partially concealed the vertical crease in her crotch.
Kelly glanced at the clock. 8:52. For the hundredth
time, she thought about throwing off the robe, putting her
clothes back on, and telling her parents she had decided not
to take the spanking. When her parents had confronted her
and Lynn yesterday with their knowledge that Lynn,
underage, had been drinking, they had made it clear that
Lynn, at age 16, was still under their discipline and would
receive 30 strokes from the hairbrush. Since she, Kelly, was
over 18, she did not have to submit to a spanking. However,
since it had been Kelly who had taken Lynn to the party and
had even encouraged her drinking, she really deserved a
spanking more than Lynn did. It was up to her. She could
acknowledge her irresponsible behavior and submit to the
spanking she deserved. Or she could refuse to admit her
guilt, watch Lynn get spanked by herself, and walk away
scot-free. If she did that, however, her parents would have
no choice but to seriously doubt her trustworthiness as far as
Lynn was concerned. In particular, Lynn would almost
certainly not be permitted to go on the beach trip with Kelly
and her friends that was planned for next month. As much
as she wanted to, Kelly had decided that she could not let
Lynn bear the punishment alone and so had agreed to the
spanking. Her mom had smiled at her and said that they
knew she would own up to her responsibility and do the right
thing. For her part in yesterdays misdeed, Kelly would
receive 40 licks.
8:58. Almost time. She and Lynn waited in their
separate rooms. The rest of the family had probably already
gathered in the den. Anna and John had come early and
had dinner with them. Kelly had hardly eaten anything. As
they cleared the table, Anna had teased her about the
upcoming ordeal, noting that it had been a long time since
she had seen Kelly's pale white fanny stuck up in the air for
a spanking. John was looking forward to it as well, she said,
glad for the opportunity to finally see her sisters' private
treasures. Kelly's face had burned bright red at that, nearly
as red as her ass would be a couple of hours later.
9:02. As she had often done as a child when the clock
slipped past the appointed hour and no one had yet come
and gotten her, she hoped briefly that maybe her parents
had changed their minds and there would be no spanking
after all. Barely had the thought formed when she heard the
familiar creak on the stairs and knew her mom or dad had
come to retrieve Lynn and herself. She heard the knock on
Lynn's door and Lynn's forlorn response. Then, there was a
knock on her own door. It took her a moment to find her
voice. "Yes," she finally managed. Her mother opened the
door and asked her to please come downstairs. Her legs felt
weak as she stood up and joined Lynn in the hall. Both were
silent as their mother led them down the steps and into the
den.
The first thing Kelly saw on entering the room was the
spanking chair placed in the center of floor with the dreaded
hairbrush lying on its seat. The rest of the family was there,
comfortably arranged in a semi-circle in front of the chair.
Kelly's dad stood up and called Lynn to the front of the
gathered group. Kelly stood just inside the door as the
familiar ritual began. Her dad recounted Lynn's misbehavior
at the party Kelly had taken her to, noting that she had
illegally consumed alcoholic beverages and thereby risked
arrest and even jail. To help insure that this kind of
dangerous behavior did not occur again, Lynn would now be
spanked.
"Lynn, remove your robe." At her father's command,
Lynn untied the belt of her bathrobe, slipped it off her
shoulders, and laid it carefully on the arm of the nearby sofa.
Kelly watched her smooth white buttocks as Lynn waited for
her father to pick up the hairbrush and seat himself in the
spanking chair. "Across my knees, please," he directed.
Lynn stepped to his side and lowered her naked body across
his lap. Her breasts had of course developed somewhat
since Kelly had last seen them, though they were still
relatively small and hung fairly low on her chest. Kelly
caught only a glimpse of her pubic bush before it
disappeared against the waiting lap. Her dad pulled Lynn
forward until her head was nearly on the floor and her ass
was pointed straight up. There was a brief pause as he
raised the hairbrush high into the air over Lynn's fanny.
A fast swing and the hairbrush landed with a sharp
smack on Lynn's left cheek. A loud "ow" escaped her lips
followed immediately by a breathless "one". Her dad paused
a moment and then lifted the hairbrush again. The second
smack hit her right butt cheek and Lynn "ow"'ed again before
reciting the required "two". The third lick caught her squarely
on the left cheek again, probably directly on top of where the
first one had landed, and evoked an even louder exclamation
of pain. The spanking continued at a steady pace and, when
Kelly managed not to close her eyes as the hairbrush
descended, she could Lynn's body stiffen in response to
each blow. By the eighth stroke, Lynn kicked her legs each
time the hairbrush landed and was already clearly crying.
After the fifteenth spank, her dad helped Lynn to her
feet. As he exchanged places with her mom, Lynn stood
beside the spanking chair, sobbing unashamedly. Kelly got
a longer, clearer look at the front of her nude body. Her
young breasts rose and fell as she cried. At the base of her
sleek stomach, a tangle of pubic hair mostly obscured her
genitals, though it was not as dark or as thick as Kelly knew
her own bush to be. Lynn's legs were long and slender,
giving Kelly a bit of envy as she thought about the thicker
thighs she would soon expose. Lynn's face was contorted
with distress as her mom sat down for the second half of the
spanking.
"Please, no more," Lynn begged through her tears, "I
won't drink anymore, I promise. I won't even go to any more
parties. Please, please, don't spank me anymore. I've
learned my lesson." Her mom's instruction to lie back down
across her knees brought a fresh onslaught of crying and
pleading. The kids had never known their parents to ever
relent on the announced duration of a spanking but the
stinging fire in your backside left you no choice but to try.
Only the threat of additional licks caused Lynn to lower
herself back into spanking position. Her mom's first lick
brought a loud yell from the hapless girl as her already
punished buttocks succumbed to another blow. From what
Kelly could see, both of Lynn's formerly white ass cheeks
were already bright pink from the top of her crack to the top
of her thighs. Each lick brought forth a howl and a new
deluge of tears. Kelly had promised herself that she would
not cry, no matter what, but hearing the continuous solid
smacks of wood against Lynn's unprotected flesh, she began
to wonder if she would be able to keep that promise. As bad
as the spanking itself would be, she did not want the added
humiliation of crying and begging as she had always done as
a child and as her 16-year-old sister was now displaying.
When the smack from the thirtieth lick died away, Lynn
appeared to collapse over her mom's knees and began to
bawl uncontrollably. Her mom let her lie there for a minute
or two and cry and then began pulling her to her feet. Lynn's
hands flew immediately to her blistered fanny as she stood
crying in front of us. Kelly suddenly realized that it was her
turn. Her mom helped Lynn put her robe back on and
offered her a chair. Lynn firmly declined and stood sobbing
as she massaged her punished backside through the
bathrobe.
Kelly's heart raced when she heard her dad call her
forward. Her knees almost buckled as she stepped up to the
front of the group. Her dad explained she had been the one
to take Lynn to the party where Lynn drank inappropriately,
that she had failed to supervise Lynn properly, and that she
had even encouraged Lynn to drink the illegal alcohol. In
recognition of her responsibility for Lynn's misbehavior, her
dad continued, Kelly had agreed to accept a spanking to
demonstrate her awareness of the seriousness of her
offense and to serve as a reminder for the future. Then
came the awful words: "Kelly, remove your robe."
Barely aware of what she was doing, Kelly untied the
belt and pulled off her robe. She laid the robe down and
stood there naked, waiting for her father to take his place in
the spanking chair. She could almost feel her family's
penetrating gaze on her bare backside. Her breasts were
noticeably fuller than Lynn's, her stomach not as sleek, her
thighs thicker, her buttocks fleshier. Bill could now assess
her continuing physical development as she had so often
his. John could now compare her physical attributes with
those of Anna, which he undoubtedly knew intimately, and
with those of her younger sister so recently revealed.
"Over my knees, please," her father directed. Kelly
stepped up beside him and the years between today and her
last spanking seven years ago seemed to vanish as she
placed herself across his lap. It suddenly all seemed
incredibly familiar--the fabric of his pants against her
stomach and crotch, the sense of vertigo as she lowered her
head to floor, the feeling of utter vulnerability as her waist
bent and her fanny stuck out, the air movement across her
bare legs. Her dad placed his left arm across her back to
hold her in place. The wait for the first blow seemed
interminable. She could almost feel her father's eyes
scanning her fanny, deciding on the best spot for the first
lick. She wondered if his eyes were also straying down her
crack to the pussy lips that she knew must be at least
partially exposed between her upper thighs.
The hairbrush landed with a solid smack on her left
cheek. In spite of herself, Kelly echoed Lynn's sharp "ow" as
pain shot through the clobbered flesh. Her eyes tightly
closed, she said "one" and waited for the next lick. A
moment later, her right butt cheek exploded in a sharp sting
as the hairbrush found its second mark. Terrified, she
waited for the third lick, which she believed would almost
certainly fall on her still throbbing left cheek. She was not
disappointed. She screamed and kicked as the whole cheek
went numb in a flash of burning pain. By the time the next
blow landed, Kelly no longer cared about maintaining her
composure during this ordeal. Her only focus was the
constantly rekindled fire in her fleshy buttocks. She kicked,
she yelled, she cried, she pleaded, as her dad worked his
way over every inch of her fanny with the hairbrush. If he
had not been able to see her pussy before, he certainly
could now as she swung her legs together and apart in an
effort to dissipate some of the agony in her backside. If
anything, she put on an even bigger display of childish antics
than Lynn had done as the spanking continued.
When she stood up for dad and mom to exchange
places at the halfway mark, she was barely aware of Bill and
John's eager stares at her heaving breasts and bared crotch.
She begged her mom not to spank her anymore, echoing
Lynn's plaintive pleas, the awareness that she was taking
the spanking voluntarily lost in the immediacy of her distress.
Back in place, she yelled and sobbed as the licks resumed.
She managed to keep count only because not to do so
would have meant prolonging the spanking. Her mother
pounded away, carefully revisiting each part of her burning
buttocks with the hairbrush. As they had been growing up,
spankings had at first been 10 and then 20 licks. Recently,
Bill had usually gotten 30 and, of course, Lynn had endured
that many earlier today. As far as Kelly knew, though, she
was the first one to receive 40 licks at a single spanking.
Her fanny was a solid mass of agony as her mom delivered
the final blows.
After gasping out "forty" as the last lick slammed into
her fanny, Kelly let her body go limp and almost fell off her
mother's lap. Her mom helped her up to her feet and she
gingerly kneaded her aching buttocks as Lynn had done.
Lynn had cried during most of Kelly's spanking, perhaps
reliving her own punishment that evening. Now that both
girls had been punished, their dad had Lynn take off her robe
again. Through her tears, Kelly got her first really good look
at Lynn's blistered backside. From the fire in her fanny, she
knew her own buttocks must be at least as splotchy red as
Lynn's. Still naked, they were sent to separate corners of
the room. There they were to stand for 30 minutes, their
burning asses on display. Both girls put their hands on the
wall as they were told to do, to insure that they could not
touch or cover their fannies. They both cried openly for
several minutes and then shifted to occasional sniffles as the
immediacy of the spanking faded. One by one, the other
family members left the room. Just when she was sure she
and Lynn had been left alone in their misery, she heard
movement behind her. Stealing a glance over her shoulder,
she saw Bill walk over and sit down no more than a foot
behind her. She squeezed her legs tightly together to make
sure he could not see her pussy but there was nothing she
could not to prevent him from scrutinizing her fanny from
close quarters. When you were standing in the corner after
a spanking, the other children could look but not touch.
Once, Bill put his hand on Lynn's fanny after she had been
spanked and had promptly earned 24 licks of his own.
Kelly tried to forget about Bill sitting so closely behind
her and staring at her fanny. Inexplicably, she thought of
John, Anna's husband, and remembered Anna's comment
about how John was looking forward to seeing her "private
treasures." She wondered what he had thought about what
he had seen. Suddenly, she imagined that it was he and not
her younger brother who was sitting behind her and staring
at her burning backside. She felt his penetrating eyes
roaming over her punished flesh, sliding down her crack,
hoping for a glimpse of her woman parts between her thighs.
Almost unconsciously, Kelly relaxed her legs, spreading
them ever so slightly, no longer as concerned about Bill
seeing more than her fanny. With a shock, she realized that
the fire in her backside had spread to her frontside as well.
She bit her lip to stem the rising tide of arousal. Feeling
guilty over such thoughts about her sister's husband, she
pushed them from her mind. It was just Bill who sat behind
her, just her stupid younger brother, leering at his naked
sister. As is to punctuate her thought, Bill stood up and
moved over behind Lynn, for a closer look at her fiery
bottom.
When the 30 minutes was finally up, Kelly's dad came
back into the den and told Kelly and Lynn that they could go
back to their rooms. Bill was still there and had one last treat
as the two naked girls walked to the sofa to retrieve their
robes. Kelly and Lynn climbed the stairs in silence and went
to their rooms without a word. It was nearly 10:30 and Kelly
wanted only to get out of there and go to her own apartment.
She took off the robe and put her clothes back on, wincing
as she pulled her jeans over her aching buttocks. She
grimaced as she sat on the bed to put on her socks and
shoes and wondered briefly if she would be able to sit in the
car to drive home.
Once she was dressed, she slipped quietly down the
stairs. Her mom and dad, Anna and John, were sitting in the
kitchen. Bill wasn't to be seen and Kelly assumed he was in
his room, wacking his weenie to the thought of her and
Lynn's naked bodies. They looked up as she stood in the
doorway and said, "I'm going to my apartment now." "Okay,
dear, drive carefully," her mom responded, with no hint that
she had just smacked Kelly's rear end twenty times with a
hairbrush. As she turned to go, she couldn't help glancing at
John and blushed when she saw him smile at her.
Kelly's butt burned and ached the whole way to her
apartment. In fact, she would sure it would be days before it
didn't. When she got there, she lost no time in stripping
down and trying to assess the damage in a mirror. Bright
red blotches covered her whole fanny, marking the sites
where the hairbrush had landed. Her cheeks were still hot to
the touch. She wondered if she would get bruises, the way
Anna sometimes had.
Exhausted, Kelly slipped on her nightshirt and fell into
bed. Her backside was a dull ache. She cried again for a
few minutes, reliving the humiliation and remembering how
she had yelled and screamed and kicked as the hairbrush
smacked her unprotected flesh. Her mind returned to John
and this time she did not squelch it. She closed her eyes
and imagined him scanning her naked body from head to
foot as she waited for the spanking to begin. Then, she lay
aside the lap, only this time, it was John's lap. His eyes, not
her father's, explored her waiting buttocks, seeking just the
right spot to land the first lick.
Under the covers, Kelly reached down and pulled up
her nightshirt. Her hand slid across her bare skin and into
the curls of hair on her pussy. Her fingers slipped into the
moist cleft and she was not surprised to find that she was
already wet. In her mind, John put his arm across her back
and raised his arm for the first spank. Despite the fact that
her butt still burned with the evening's earlier paddling, for
the first time in her life, Kelly found herself wanting a
spanking and wanting it from John. His arm sliced through
the air and planted the first lick on her yearning flesh. Only it
was his hand and not a hairbrush that made contact. Kelly
felt the warmth of his broad, firm hand radiating into her
buttocks. Then the hand withdrew, only to come crashing
into her other butt cheek a moment later.
Kelly's fingers moved over her slickened pussy with
growing intensity as she imagined John's hand striking her
bare fanny again and again. His hand lingered on her skin
after each blow, finally sliding slowly down her crack and off
her body as he prepared for the next spank. She spread her
thighs, opening herself to him. After each lick, his fingers
came closer and closer to the throbbing heat between her
legs as he got ready for the next one. Now, in her mind's
eye, he was also naked, her bare skin against his, her
breasts brushing against his thighs, his rigid cock pressing
into her abdomen.
Smack. His hand landed on her burning buttocks with a
jolt. Her hand kneaded the steamy mound beneath her
nightshirt. Finally, his hand began to slide down her fanny,
his fingers curling into the crack between her red-hot cheeks.
She spread her legs wider. This time, as he withdrew his
hand, the tips of his fingers brushed her enflamed pussy lips.
Her hand clutched her cunt as she went over the edge,
orgasm shuddering her whole body, warmth spreading out
from her crotch to every part of her body. In her mind, John
quickened his spanks, ending each one by sliding his hand
across her spasming cunt and sending another wave of
orgasm through her. Kelly came like she had never come
before. Neither of her two boyfriends nor any of her previous
solo episodes had ever been like this. She thought she
would never stop coming. When she was sure she could
take no more, she let John stop the spanking. In her mind's
eye, he bent over and gently kissed her burning buttocks.
Kelly came one last time and finally fell asleep, her hand and
pussy and bedsheet soaked with her vaginal juice.


KELLY is a story about the use of spanking for family discipline.
The story is told from the point of view of Kelly, the 22-year-old
daughter. Part II describes a spanking Kelly's older sister Anna
receives from her husband and Kelly. In preparation for the
spanking, Anna has been required to shave her pubic hair.

*****************PART II**************************
Kelly slept late and awoke groggy the next morning.
The events of the past evening returned to her slowly. The
ache in her butt reminded her of the shellacking she had
taken over her parents' laps. She didn't remember her late
night fantasy and the powerful orgasm it had generated until
she started to get up and discovered her nightshirt matted to
her pubic hair by the dried remnants of her passion. The
arousal of the previous evening now gave way to guilt again
over the inappropriateness of her fantasies about John. She
pushed him from her mind, showered, and went for a walk to
work the soreness out of her bruised backside.
Later in the day, she called Lynn, apologized again for
getting her into trouble, and asked how she was doing. Lynn
told her that she was still pretty sore and that Bill had made
some snide comments to one of his friends about getting
mooned by his sisters but that basically she was okay. Kelly
promised her that she would never get her in trouble like that
again. Lynn thanked her for taking a spanking along with her
so that she did not have to endure the punishment alone.
They both agreed that they never wanted to be turned over
mom or dad's knees ever again.
The ache gradually left Kelly's buttocks and, after a
week, the few bruises that had appeared had begun to fade.
She avoided contact with her family, except for the one call
to Lynn, because she was still pretty embarrassed about the
whole episode. She wasn't quite sure how to react when
Anna called several days later and invited her over for
dinner. Kelly was still pretty uncomfortable about what had
happened and especially about her fantasies involving John
so she offered her regrets. Anna persisted and Kelly was
about to blow up at her when Anna said in a small voice,
"John says that, if I can't get you to come, the spanking I am
to get will be twice as long." Kelly was stunned. Anna finally
explained that spankings were a regular part of their family
life, that she had spanked John twice since they were
married but that he usually found reason to spank her at
least once a month. "John says that he thinks I must enjoy
them since I misbehave so often," Anna confided. In any
event, she was to receive one tomorrow night and, since she
had gotten to see Kelly spanked, John had decided it was
only fair if Kelly got to see Anna get spanked. If Kelly would
come, Anna would get twenty licks. If not, forty. "So, please
come, Kelly," Anna pleaded. "John uses a hairbrush just like
mom and dad and he's so strong and it hurts so much.
Please come so I won't get forty."
During dinner the next evening, John was at ease and
quite talkative and Anna was understandably quiet and
withdrawn. Kelly remembered how it had been a couple of
weeks ago when she had tried to eat and could think of
nothing but the pounding her butt was about to receive.
Once the dishes were washed and put away, Anna excused
herself and went upstairs. John explained that she would
take a bath and then put on her bathrobe and wait for the
time of the spanking. He led Kelly into their family room and
pulled a straight back chair to the center of the room. He
took an old-fashioned wooden hairbrush from one of the
drawers of the desk in the corner of the room and placed it in
the chair. The ritual was all too familiar and Kelly began to
feel butterflies in her stomach even though she was not the
one who would become intimately acquainted with the
hairbrush this evening. John explained that he and Anna
had decided that the spankings she had endured as a child
were a good model for clearing the air between the two of
them when one had been inconsiderate of the other. It all
started when Anna got angry at him for staying out all night
with his friends and said she thought he deserved a sound
spanking. He agreed, she bought the hairbrush, and he
spent the next night in the corner with a burning backside.
"As it has turned out," he said with a laugh, "since then, it's
been Anna with her bare ass in the air far more often than it
has been me."
"Actually," he continued, "I agree with your parents that
spankings should be family affairs so I'm glad you're here.
As Lynn and Bill become adults, I think they should come too
if Anna continues to misbehave. In fact, I would like for you
to help me spank Anna tonight." He paused for a moment.
"She has earned twenty licks. I would like to give her the
first ten and then have you give the last ten, switching off like
your parents do. Would you be willing to do that?" Kelly
head spun. Her? put her older sister Anna across her knees
and spank her bare bottom with a hairbrush just like mom
and dad did? She tried to imagine what it would be like with
Anna draped across her lap, her bare fanny inches away,
already reddened by ten strong licks from the hairbrush and
waiting for her to pick the spots for ten more. "Okay," she
said, feeling her legs weaken beneath her.
When nine o'clock finally arrived, John asked Kelly to
go bring Anna down. She walked slowly up the stairs and
down to the bedroom. She knocked on the door and heard
Anna answer. She opened the door and found Anna seated
on the bed, wrapped in a bathrobe. "It's time," Kelly said and
Anna stoically rose and followed her down to the family
room. John asked Anna to describe the misbehavior that
had earned her a spanking. With a shaking voice, Anna
recited how she had promised John that she would take care
of mailing the tax returns, how she had forgotten about them
and missed the deadline, and how, as a result, they were
having to pay substantial penalties. John announced that
Anna would receive twenty licks for her carelessness and
that perhaps she would remember these things better in the
future. He told her that he would give the first ten licks and
that Kelly would give the last ten. Anna started to protest
being spanked by her younger sister but John cut her off with
the announced that she had just earned ten more licks, that
he would be giving her fifteen and Kelly would be giving her
fifteen. When she started to open her mouth again, John
quieted her with a look that clearly said, "Want to try for
forty?"
At John's direction, Anna removed her robe and placed
it carefully on a chair. It had been years since Kelly had
seen Anna naked. Kelly took her time scanning the naked
body as John settled into their version of the "spanking
chair." Anna's breasts were round and full, perhaps even
fuller than Kelly's, but with no discernible droop. In
amazement, Kelly's eyes riveted on Anna's crotch. Where
she expected to see a mat of pubic hair, there was only
smooth skin. Her older sister's cunt was bare, clean-shaven.
Its "little girl look" was belied only by the wrinkled brown
edges of her protruding pussy lips. Kelly looked up in
astonishment and Anna's face flushed crimson.
John called Anna to his lap and she obediently laid
herself across his knees, offering her bare buttocks to the
hairbrush in his hand. The first lick landed with a sharp
smack on Anna's fanny. Kelly moved around so that she
had a clear view of Anna's backside. A pink rectangle was
already forming on her left buttock as John raised the
hairbrush again. Her sister's bare pussy was clearly visible
between her upper thighs. The hairbrush slammed home a
second time and now both of Anna's butt cheeks bore its
mark. Kelly watched mesmerized as John slapped the flat
backside of the hairbrush onto Anna's fanny again and
again. The pink glow on her sister's backside was spreading
as John worked his way over the exposed skin, often
returning to put another blow on an already inflamed spot.
Anna was still remarkably quiet, often responding with only a
sharp intake of breath and the required count.
Only after hearing Anna gasp out "fifteen" did Kelly
realize it was now her turn to punish her sister. John helped
Anna off his lap and beckoned Kelly to take his place. Her
heart pounding, she did so. As a child, she had sometimes
sneaked into the den at her parents' house, sat in the
spanking chair, and pretended that one of the other children
needed to be spanked. Now, however, she was doing it for
real. She glanced at Anna and saw her bare pussy only
inches away. The raw display of Anna's sex captivated Kelly
and she felt a first pulse of heat in her own, much hairer
crotch. She looked up to Anna's face and saw tears
streaking her cheeks.
John handed her the hairbrush and Kelly hefted it in her
hand for a moment, feeling its solidity. John motioned to
Anna to resume her position and Kelly felt her sister's weight
as she lowered herself across her lap. Anna's fanny
presented itself to Kelly's view and she saw the series of
bright pink blotches already left by John's handiwork.
"Fifteen licks," John said. "Good and strong. Not too
fast. Make sure she has time to feel each one." He sat
down on the sofa and waited for Kelly to begin. Her hand
trembled as she raised the hairbrush. She picked out a spot
in the center of Anna's right buttock and swung her arm
down sharply. The hairbrush connected with a loud smack
just where she had planned. She felt Anna stiffen and heard
her gasp as the blow shook her fanny. "Sixteen," her sister
said. Kelly raised the hairbrush again and thought that the
spot she had just struck looked a slightly deeper shade of
pink. Her next lick went to the center of Anna's left buttock.
Then, she picked out a spot that was still white, intentionally
or unintentionally skipped by John, and smacked it hard.
The creamy skin reddened almost immediately and Kelly
struck it twice more in succession. Anna yelped as the third
lick landed on the same sensitive spot.
Anna now squirmed on her lap each time the hairbrush
slammed into her burning backside. Kelly clamped her left
arm over Anna's back to hold her in place as she continued
the spanking. She became intensely aware of a warmth
building in her own genitals, growing to match the fire on the
fanny in front of her. Almost too soon, she smacked Anna's
bottom for the fifteenth time. Her sister was crying openly
now and virtually all of her exposed backside glowed pink
and hot. Kelly was aware of her own deep breathing and the
increasingly urgent ache in her crotch.
John lifted Anna from Kelly's lap and motioned for Kelly
to get up. As she did so, she glanced at her jeans and
noticed a wet spot where Anna had so recently lain. It could
have been sweat but it matched so closely the area where
Anna's bare crotch had been pressed against her leg that
Kelly realized that she was perhaps not the only one aroused
by the spanking. John sat down in the chair and pulled Anna
back over his knee. Kelly was puzzled. Was he was going
to spank Anna some more? John put the hairbrush on the
floor and slapped Anna's fanny sharply with his bare hand.
Anna moaned but did not protest the additional licks. John
continued to spank Anna's burning buttocks with his bare
hand and Kelly's knees went weak as she saw her fantasy of
a bare hand spanking by John being acted out in front of her.
She sat down to watch, feeling a sticky wetness in her crotch
and hoping it wouldn't soak through her panties and jeans.
The hand spanking continued for several minutes,
about two dozens swats in all, Kelly reckoned. Anna cried
quietly as John slapped her swollen backside. When he
finished, John rested his open palm on her burning fanny
and asked her if she had had enough, if she had learned her
lesson. "Yes," she sobbed, "please don't spank me anyone.
I've learned my lesson." "What lesson have you learned?"
John asked. Between tears, Anna promised that she would
never be neglectful again, that when she promised to do
something, she would do it right away so there would be no
chance she would forget. Apparently satisfied, John let her
up from his lap and told her to go upstairs and he would be
up shortly.
Sniffling, Anna walked out of the room without bothering
to retrieve her bathrobe. John sighed, put the hairbrush
back in the desk drawer, and returned the spanking chair to
its customary place against the wall. "Thanks for coming,"
he said. "I really do think these things are better done in a
family context." As John ushered her to the front door, Kelly
glanced at his pant leg and saw a wetness similar to the spot
that had now dried on her jeans. Anna had obviously been
aroused by the spanking and, as she thought about John's
statement to Anna that he would soon follow her upstairs,
Kelly realized that Anna was probably about to get laid.
Unfortunately, there was no one other than herself to take
care of the burning tingle in her own loins. As soon as she
hit the main highway on her way home, Kelly began to knead
her own aching sex through the rough fabric of her jeans. It
was all she could do to postpone her orgasm until she got
safely home and naked in the privacy of her bedroom.


KELLY is a story about the use of spanking for family discipline.
The story is told from the point of view of Kelly, the 22-year-old
daughter. Part III describes a spanking Kelly receives from her
older sister Anna and Anna's husband John. In preparation for
the spanking, Kelly is required to shave her pubic hair. This part
concludes with an explicit sexual encounter between Kelly, Anna,
and John.

*****************PART I***************************
Over the course of the next several weeks, Kelly spent
three more evenings at her sister's house, helping John light
a fire on Anna's backside, then going home aroused and
frustrated, with only her fingers to release the tension which
had built. Then, one day, not quite sure why she was doing
it, Kelly told Anna about an incident that had happened at
work. Kelly had accidentally buried an important contract on
her desk until past the due date. When the missed deadline
came to light, she panicked and lied, saying that she had
never received the document. She heard her boss on the
phone, chewing out the clerk in another department for not
sending them the contract. Now, she was afraid to confess,
despite the guilt she felt, for fear that she would be fired for
not only misplacing the contract but also lying about it. She
wasn't quite sure why she told all this to Anna, unless
subconsciously it was to evoke the phone call that she in fact
received the following evening.
It was Anna's husband John and she immediately
recognized that his voice carried a stern edge. He informed
her that Anna had relayed to him the story about her lying at
work and getting another employee in trouble. He told her
that this was childish behavior and that she deserved to be
punished for it. Almost breathless, Kelly acknowledged her
immature actions and that she probably deserved to be
punished. John said that he and Anna believed that Kelly's
escapade at work had earned her a bare bottom spanking
and that, if she agreed, they would be glad to take care of
that for her. Her heart pounding, Kelly responded that yes,
she thought that would be appropriate. John invited her to
come to dinner the next evening and afterwards they would
see to her punishment.
All during the meal, Kelly found it hard to concentrate
on either the food or the conversation. She wondered who
would spank her--John? Anna? both of them in turn? At the
end, would John use his bare hand on her blistered bottom?
When the meal was over and the dishes washed, Anna led
Kelly upstairs to the master bedroom. She took her into the
adjoining bath and began filling the tub. Anna left and Kelly
undressed and eased herself into the warm, soapy water.
She had barely begun to wash when the door opened and
Anna stepped back into the bathroom. By reflex, Kelly slid
down into the water, trying to cover her breasts. Anna
seemed not to notice. She carried a tray which she put
down on a stool beside the tub. Kelly glanced at it and saw
that it held a pair of scissors, a razor, and a bar of soap.
Anna said, "Would you like me to help you, since it's your
first time?" Kelly honestly did not understand and looked up
puzzled at Anna. Anna recognized her confusion and said,
"John says that, if we are going to misbehave like little girls
and have to be spanked like little girls, then it's only
appropriate if we look like little girls, you know, down there."
Suddenly, Kelly understood. They wanted her to shave her
pussy, just like Anna had done. She had fantasized a lot
about the spanking since John called yesterday but she had
not made the connection to Anna's hairless pussy. She
started to object but remembered the powerful response she
had had on first seeing Anna's bare crotch. "Help me," she
said in a small voice.
Anna waited with her in the bathroom while she finished
bathing. When she had climbed out of the tub and dried off,
Anna invited her to lie down on the thick soft carpet. Kelly
no longer felt self-conscious about being naked in her
sister's presence. When she was comfortable on the floor,
Anna filled a bowl with warm water and sat down beside her.
She gently pulled Kelly's legs apart to fully expose her
pussy. Kelly closed her eyes as Anna picked up the
scissors. She felt a gentle tug on her pubic hair as Anna
grasped a small handful and pulled them up to cut. The
scissors squeaked and the tug stopped as Anna clipped the
hairs close to the skin. Kelly opened her eyes, determined
to watch, as Anna took a second handful from another part
of her genital mound and snipped again. A small pile of
curly, dark brown hair began to grow on the floor beside her.
When Anna had done all that she would do with the scissors,
she dipped her hands in the bowl of warm water, covered
them with soap suds, and began to massage the lather into
the short remnants of Kelly's pubic bush. Kelly moaned as
Anna's fingers slid over her pussy. She felt herself lifting her
pelvis to press her mound against Anna's hand. Anna
laughed and withdrew her fingers, "Not yet, Kelly. You
haven't even been spanked yet." The mention of the
spanking combined with Anna picking up the razor brought
Kelly back to the present moment. She held her breath as
Anna pulled the razor across her crotch. Kelly tried to lay
perfectly still as Anna carefully shaved her pussy, from the
pubic mound all the down between her legs to the bottom
edges of her cunt lips. Anna was obviously experienced for
Kelly didn't feel a single nick. When she finished, Anna
splashed some water on Kelly's crotch to rinse away any
remaining soap and gently dried her private parts with a soft
towel. The experience was very sensual and Kelly felt the
stirrings of arousal again.
Anna withdrew the towel and invited Kelly to have a
look. Kelly stared in amazement at her genitals. Where she
was so accustomed to a thick mat of curly hair, there was
now only bare skin. The outer edges of her pussy lips poked
prominently out of the unobscured vertical crease. She
could not resist stroking her freshly uncovered pussy with
her fingers, marveling at the cool smoothness of the skin.
Kelly stood up and looked at herself in the full-length
bathroom mirror. The last time she had seen her crotch like
this, bare and unadorned, she had been a little girl, flat-
chested and straight. Now, her hips curved out nicely and
her breasts demonstrated that the fully visible pussy nestled
between her legs belonged to a woman and not a little girl.
"It looks nice, doesn't it?" Anna asked. Kelly nodded in
agreement. "If you'll keep up the shaving every day, you
won't be bothered by stubble," Anna advised. Kelly stood
staring at herself in the mirror until Anna had to remind her,
"Better put on a bathrobe. It's almost time to go downstairs."
Kelly slipped on one of Anna's bathrobes and followed
her into the bedroom. "You wait here," Anna said, "I'm going
downstairs to make sure everything is ready. John or I will
come and get you when it's time." Anna left the room and
Kelly sat down on the edge of the bed. She was still
mesmerized by what had just happened in the bathroom and
it took her a few minutes to remember what was going to
happen next. With a start, she glanced at the bedside clock
and saw that it was only 12 minutes to the appointed hour.
Almost unconsciously, she clenched and unclenched the
muscles in her butt. When her parents had spanked her a
couple of months ago, it had taken several days to work the
soreness out.
The time dragged by slowly. Kelly imagined what it
would be like in a few minutes to go downstairs and remove
her robe in preparation for the spanking. John would see her
naked body again, only this time her crotch would be clean
and bare, her raw sexuality openly revealed. Then she
would climb over his or Anna's lap and offer up her bare
bottom for the punishment they had assigned. Kelly realized
that she didn't know for sure who would wield the hairbrush.
She hoped it would be John and she hoped he would finish
up with a hand spanking as he had always done with Anna.
The thought of his large, open hands slapping her already
burning buttocks brought a feeling of warmth to her freshly
shaved pussy.
It was John who retrieved her and escorted her
downstairs to the family room. Anna recounted the story that
Kelly had told her and John announced that Kelly's actions
had earned her 40 licks on her bare buttocks. Kelly dropped
her bathrobe and stood quietly as Anna seated herself in the
spanking chair. She could feel John's eyes working their
way slowly down her bare body. At Anna's direction, she
laid herself across her knees and waited for the spanking to
begin. The first lick landed sharply on her left buttock. Kelly
yelped. There was a pause and John prompted softly, "Don't
forget to count." "One," Kelly responded and, a moment
later, her right buttock exploded in pain. "Two," she gasped.
The third lick seemed to find exactly the same spot as the
first. Kelly's whole body stiffened. The erotic thoughts that
had warmed her cunt upstairs were quickly disappearing as
her older sister continued to pound her ass. Kelly realized
that, although this might be a sex game for Anna and John,
the licks were intensely real. Anna sure knew how to spank.
Her buttocks were a throbbing fire when Anna reached
the halfway point and turned her over to John. She lowered
herself across his lap, her newly bare pussy pressed against
his leg. For a brief moment, she wondered if she would
leave a stain on his jeans as Anna usually did. Then, the
hairbrush hit her fanny and she forgot about everything
except the agony in her buttocks. John was careful to cover
all the parts of her cheeks that Anna had neglected and to
revisit some of the hottest spots. Painfully, laboriously, Kelly
counted out the remaining licks. When she was finally able
to gasp out "forty", she virtually collapsed across John's
knees. Her fanny was an agonizing fire and her eyes were
filled with tears. Kelly was dimly aware as John handed the
dread hairbrush to Anna. Then, she felt his bare hand slap
her burning right buttock.
Slowly and methodically, John worked his way over
Kelly's punished backside. His hand spanks stung like fire
but they weren't as agonizing as the hairbrush licks had
been. As the steady slap on her fanny continued, Kelly
realized that she was right in the midst of the fantasy she
had held so intensely for the past few weeks. Her naked
body was sprawled across John's lap as his hand repeatedly
connected with her bare buttocks. Each time his hand
landed, he would feel the fire he had helped ignite in her
smooth, fleshy cheeks. Kelly became intensely aware of the
firmness of his legs and the scratch of his jeans against her
thighs and stomach. She felt the heat in her backside
spread into her crotch. Quite unself-consciously, she spread
her thighs just a bit to open her freshly shaved pussy to him.
Perhaps it was just her imagination but Kelly thought she
could feel his manhood pressing into her thigh through his
jeans. She began to move in rhythm to his spanks, losing
herself in the sheer physical sensations that now engulfed
her pussy as well as her fanny.
It took Kelly a moment to realize that John had stopped
spanking and that his hand was simply resting on her
buttocks. Despite the pain, she almost regretted that he had
stopped. His hand drifted lightly over her inflamed cheeks,
as if to test the warmth on all parts, and then withdrew. Her
pussy ached for his touch but his hand was gone. After a
moment or two, Kelly felt Anna lift her off John's lap. She
was barely able to stand. Her buttocks stung and burned.
She put her hands behind her and touched the punished
flesh. She was amazed at how hot her fanny felt. Carefully,
Kelly began to knead her blistered cheeks, undaunted by
Anna and John's presence. Her pussy throbbed with
arousal. She could feel a damp stickiness between her legs
and realized she may have left a mark of her passion on
John's jeans. She tried to look but still could not see clearly
because of the tears in her eyes.
Anna took Kelly by the shoulders and guided her out of
the family room. Kelly continued to massage her buttocks as
she walked. If she noticed that the bathrobe had been left
behind, she didn't say anything about it. Anna took her
upstairs and invited her to lie down on the bed, saying that
she had something that would help take the sting out. Kelly
lay face down on the bed and Anna began to spread lotion
on her burning cheeks. It did not seem to bother her that her
older sister was caressing her buttocks and was so doing
with the very hands that had so recently wielded a hairbrush
against them. Kelly simply relished the coolness of the lotion
and the gentle movements of Anna's hands. She closed her
eyes and escaped into the soothing caresses.
A few minutes later, Kelly felt a movement on the bed
and a change in the hands working the lotion into her aching
buttocks. She opened her eyes enough to see that John had
joined them and was now the one massaging her fanny. Not
long after, Anna's hands returned and began stroking her
buttocks again. Kelly felt her legs gently pulled apart and
then hands drifting down between her thighs. The arousal
that had begun across John's lap began to build again. She
turned to look at Anna and found that her older sister had
removed her clothing. Anna smiled at her and slid her hand
down Kelly's buttocks and onto her inner thigh. Kelly
shuddered with pleasure.
Kelly had just become aware that only Anna's hands
were touching her when she felt a gentle kiss on her left
buttock. She twisted so she could see John, the obvious
source of the kiss, and gasped when she saw that his lean,
muscular body was now also nude. He leaned forward to
kiss her fanny again and her eyes traced along his back to
the smooth, firm curve of his buttocks. When he
straightened up, his penis sprang into view, tall and thick.
Kelly unconsciously spread her legs even further apart as
the desire to slide her pussy onto John's rigid organ swept
over her. Kelly realized that she was about to have sex with
her sister and her husband and nothing in her wanted to stop
it.
John leaned forward again and his lips felt like cool fire
on her hot buttocks. Kelly moaned and pressed her pelvis
against the bed. Kelly felt a second pair of lips on her legs
and realized Anna was slowly kissing her way up her thighs.
She luxuriated as four hands and two mouths caressed her
aching fanny, trembling thighs, and lower back. Gentle
fingers probed closer and closer to her inflamed pussy. The
agony of the prolonged spanking so recently administered
gradually melted into a passion as intense as any she had
ever experienced. Her hands reached out and impatiently
sought whatever they could reach of her new-found lovers.
Lost in the daze of hands and lips and fingers all over
her backside, it took Kelly a moment to recognize that Anna
and John were carefully trying to turn her over. She twisted
her body around and winced only momentarily as her
blistered buttocks settled onto the bed. Opening her eyes,
she watched as Anna leaned forward and began to kiss a
slow circle around her left breast. John's hand, the one that
had so recently slapped her aching buttocks over and over
again, slid slowly up her right leg, across her stomach, and
down her left leg. She watched his erect penis bob up and
down as he moved. It had been so long since she had felt a
man inside her. It didn't matter that this was her sister's
husband--she wanted him--and soon.
John leaned over and kissed her full on the mouth.
Their lips parted and tongues danced against one another.
Anna's lips moved to her right breast and then slowly down
her stomach, stopping just shy of her smooth, slick pubic
mound. John broke their long, passionate kiss and his hot
mouth drifted down to her abandoned breasts, finally settling
over one of her aching nipples. She felt Anna pull her legs
apart and begin kissing her way up her inner thigh. Her hair
brushed against Kelly's burning cunt. Kelly moaned as Anna
began planting light, warm kisses on her bare pussy. As
John sucked her nipple, Kelly, her eyes closed, groped along
his body in search of the turgid sex organ she was beginning
to crave so desperately. He seemed to be teasing her,
sliding and swaying so that his penis was always just out of
her reach.
Kelly gasped as Anna opened her mouth wide and
engulfed her pussy. Anna's tongue slid into the slick groove
between Kelly's freshly shaven mounds, danced around her
throbbing clitorus, and slipped in and out of her vaginal
opening. John switched his attention to her other breast as
Anna began to gently suck on her clitorus. Kelly could feel
her passion rising, an orgasm just over the horizon. She
grasped again for John's penis, only to find her fingers
inches short on his inner thigh. Anna's mouth stayed in
place on her cunt as John rolled her far enough onto her side
to smack her sharply on her left buttock. The unexpected
sting was too much and Kelly felt an orgasm inexorably
wash over her, penis or no penis. She locked her thighs
around Anna's head and writhed on the bed as wave after
wave of heat pounded from her white-hot pussy all over her
body. Each time she thought she was over the crest, John
would find some way to slap her fanny and the orgasmic
convulsions would begin again. In retrospect, she would
have no idea how Anna managed to keep her mouth locked
in place, much less breathe, as Kelly bucked her way
through the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt.
Kelly didn't stop coming until she had no energy left.
She sprawled on the bed, her arms and legs quivering as
she tried to push Anna's face away from her pussy. Anna
took the hint and slowly withdrew, leaving light kisses along
her trembling, sweat-soaked thighs. Kelly could only watch
through blurry eyes as Anna pushed John onto the bed
beside her, squatted over him, and impaled herself on his
rigid dick. She managed to reach over and put her hand on
Anna's leg as Anna slid up and down on John's penis.
Anna's breasts flopped on her chest as she pumped faster
and faster. Kelly could hardly believe she was actually lying
there watching her sister fuck her husband. John's hands,
the ones that had so recently been smacking her fanny,
reached up and massaged Anna's breasts, pinching her
nipples. Anna's moan was gutteral and she leaned down
and kissed John passionately on his open mouth. John's
hands slid around her sides and onto her buttocks. Kelly felt
the burning ache in her own backside as John gripped
Anna's ass. Anna straightened back up and resumed the
rhythmic motion that slid her pussy up and down John's dick.
It took only a minute before Kelly heard a groan escape
Anna's lips and saw her arch her back. Beneath her, John
tensed his body as well, thrusting his hips upward as Anna's
came down. Kelly watched in amazement as Anna and John
had nearly simultaneous orgasms. It seemed to last forever
but finally Anna collapsed onto John, almost grasping for air.
Kelly, Anna, and John lay naked on the bed, all of them
too spent to pull up the covers or turn off the light. Kelly
must have dozed for the next thing she knew, Anna had slid
off of John and lay between them, her smooth white buttocks
pressed against Kelly's hip. Kelly glanced at the bedside
clock and saw that it was nearly midnight. She had to get
home. She slowly pulled herself up and swung her legs over
the side of the bed. The change in weight on her backside
reminded her of the licking her fanny had taken earlier that
evening. She glanced over at Anna and John. They had
barely moved when she sat up. Anna's right leg was over
crossed over John's, her crotch pressed against his thigh.
John's dick lay flaccid in a tangle of curly dark hair.
Kelly stood up on somewhat shaky legs and walked
quietly into the bathroom. She closed the door and turned
on the light. Turning her back to the full-length mirror, she
looked over her shoulder. The effects of the session with the
hairbrush were easy to see. Her butt cheeks glowed dull red
from the top of her crack all the way down to where they
curved under to meet her thighs. Kelly reached back and
laid the back of her hand against the punished flesh. It was
still quite warm. Kelly turned around and stared at the
mirror's reflection of her now hairless pussy. She slid her
fingers down across the smooth skin and felt the distant
stirring of desire. Her clothes were still laying in the corner.
Kelly dressed quickly, wincing just a bit as she pulled the
jeans snug against her bottom. She turned off the bathroom
light and stepped back into the bedroom. Anna and John lay
naked on the bed, apparently fast asleep. Kelly took a long
hungry look at John's crotch. Her only disappointment of the
evening was that she had not had a chance to fill herself with
his cock. Her fingers made a poor substitute when she
finally got home and into her own bed.