Fourteen year old Lisa sat on the edge of herbed, that all too familiar feeling rising in the pit ofher stomach. "Why?" she thought to herself, "Why did I ever takethat dare to try and sneak that blouse out of the storewithout paying fot it? Drat that Jennifer, now I'm goingto get the spanking of my life because of her!". Lisa need not have worried though, because just threeblocks over a similar scene to what Lisa was awaitingwas just at that moment beginning to be played out.
Jennifer was sitting in her room, dressed as she wasalways made to before her father came in to administer aspanking. She could already feel the butterflies buildingin her stomach that always accompanied the waiting. Her dad had hardly said a word during dinner, she knewhe was VERY upset at her this time. So, it came as no realsurprise to Jennifer when, after dinner, he told her to goupstairs to her room and get ready to recieve a sound spanking.That meant to get undressed and put on just the short cottonnightshirt kept just for this purpose, and her panties, andwait until her father came up. After half an hour or so Tom, Jennifer's dad, came upthe stairs and into her room "Well young lady, what have you got to say for yourselfbefore we start?". "Do you know how embarrassing it was toget that call from the store manager, that my daughter, whowas taught better, was caught stealing with a friend of hers?". "B-B-But Dad, I'm sorry, I-I won't ever do that again,please don't sp-spank me, I'm too old for that now", stammeredJennifer, tears already starting to well up in her eyes since sheknew what was coming no matter how much she pleaded. You're also too old to be stealing from other peopleJennifer", said Tom. "You should have known better than todo that, think of how embarrassing it would be if this gotout, that Tom Martin's daughter is a shop lifter? I'm justglad the manager was nice enough to call me instead of thepolice. Tomorrow you are going back to the store andapologize for stealing from him, and you're going to pay himfor the things you tried to steal out of your allowance, doyou under-stand?". Jennifer nodded, "Yes sir". "Now young lady, I'm going to give you a licking you'renot going to soon forget". She watched mesmerized as her father started to unbucklehis belt and remove it from his trousers. Tom pulled out the bench by the dresser as he finishedremoving his belt and sat down. "Now young lady, take yourpanties right off, and come here". "Oh please daddy, don't make me take my panties off", shepleaded. It had been almost 2 years since her last bare-bottomspanking and she didn't want her dad to see her now maturingyoung body, "let me keep my panties on, it hurts bad enoughlike that". Tom wasn't having any of that though. "Listen my girl,you get them off now, or I'll do it myself and that will add10 strokes to your punishment, now don't argue with me anymore!". The thought of her dad pulling down her panties plus theidea of 10 extra strokes in the mood he was in helped her makeher decision. Trembling, she did as she was told. Oh how she hated for him to see her private parts which onlynow were just starting to be lightly covered with hair, it was so humilliating. Slowly she walked over to Tom, who took her by the armand pulled her right across his lap. Taking her handswith his left hand he put them in the middle of her back, andtaking his right leg, placed it over her legs to keep herfrom kicking and falling off his lap, he wanted to make sureshe got everything she deserved. Also this centered her bare,defensless bottom directly over his lap, pointing up perfectlyfor the severe strapping he intended to administer to hisnaughty daughter's bare backside. Tom looked down on the sight in front of him, therounded bottom, quivering in anticipation of what was aboutto come, the pubic hairs just starting to show from betweenher white upturned bottom cheeks, soon to be striped and wealedby the belt he was holding, and thought that she was indeed gettingtoo old to be acting as she had been. She was already sobbingsoftly at what was to come, but Tom was determined thatthis lesson would not need to be repeated and that she wouldbe crying like a 5 year old when he was finnished with her.And to this he held true. "You will receive 25 strokes", he said breaking thesilence, "and you will count each one out loud, do you understandJennifer?". "Y-Y-Yessir", she said. "Please not t-t-too hard"shebegged,"I won't do it again, I promise!", she pleaded. Buther pleas fell on deaf ears. "I know you won't do it again, not after I finnish withyou, you shouldn't have done it in the first place girl",said Tom. The butterflies took flight in Jennifer's belly againand her bottom was starting to tingle at the thought of thewhipping that was about to begin, she knew that this timethere were going to be no half measures, that she was aboutto recieve a hard spanking that would surely make her crylong before it was over. And she was right. He raised the belt and let it fall, CRACK!, itlanded in the center of her bottom leaving an angry red stripe. "YEOWWW!", hollered Jennifer, she tried to move butit was no use, her father had her firmly in place,"one",shecalled out. CRACK! the belt landed again, "OHHHH, that's two"WHAP!, "OHHHH, th-th-three she cried", her bottom already feltlike it was on fire. "Please daddy..I'm sorry!" CRACK! "OWWWW, th-that's f-f-four, oh please it hurts". "It's supposed to hurt", was the reply. WHAP! "OOOOO, five", Jennifer was starting to cry by now. SNAP!, the belt landed again, "That's six", she sobbed. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!, again and again the belt landed onher unprocted bottom, punctuated only by Jennifer's crying andcounting the strokes. Tom looked down at his daughters bottom, now crossedwith angry red stripes with a few weals starting to rise,"Thiswill teach you not to take things that don't belong to youyoung lady", he said raising his arm for another stroke. SNAP! the belt came down on the lower part of hercheeks, just above the thighs,"OWWWWW, th-th-that's ten", she was bawling steadily now, "please no m-more, I'll be good", but it wasno use, the belting went on in earnest and she was sobbinglike a six year old from the tenth stroke onward. Finally at twenty her father stopped, and told herto stand up, this she did, slowly, after crying for aboutthree minutes still over his knee,and turned to face him. Modesty was no longer a primary thought as her hands rushedbehind her to rub her now very red and sore bottom."Nowyoung lady, for your last five I want you to kneel on thestool here with your head on your hands and your bottomraised and your legs apart". Oh how she hated that, not only was everything,everything exposed to her dad like that, but it also hurtworse because he had more room to swing the belt, and inthat position she wasn't able to clench her cheeks to easeawful sting of the strap as it fell on her unprotected barebaootm. By this time she had almost gotten her sobbing andcrying under control, but it started anew at these instru-tions . Reluctantly, doing as she was told she knelt down onher dressing table bench, resting her head on her hands, andclosing her eyes, she raised her bottom up to the ministrationsof her fathers belt. Tom stepped behind her and raised the nightshirtout of the way exposing Jennifer's now angry red barebottom, and pushed it up to the middle of her back whereit slid on up to her shoulders. "Don't you move out ofthis position young lady, if you do you will receivetwo extra for each one you moved on, is that clear?". "Y-Y-Yes D-Daddy", she sobbed into her hands. Tom looked down at her kneeling there and was at oncereminded of how much she was starting to look like hermother, who, by the way was waiting in their bedroom forthe same thing her daughter was now getting, only moresevere for over-spending this month again, but that's anotherstory. As he was looking he noticed that her pubes appeareddamp too,"hmmm", he thought,"she responds like her mom to the straptoo." Clearing his thoughts of what was coming later, hemoved behind Jennifer. Without warning it came, Jennifer was caught completelyoff her gaurd. SNAP!! Jennifer howled and her hands rushed to rubher bottom, that one felt twice as hard as the others, thesting felt like molten fire on her upturned ass. "Put your hands back where they belong" snapped Tom,"now you have two extra for moving." She put her hands backunder her head, tears welling up anew. "Pl-p-please no", shewhimpered, but it was to no avail. CRACK!! CRACK!! the belt exploded twice in a row, "OHHHHit hurts so bad Daddy, please stop", she was already sobbinglike a little girl but to no avail. WHISHHH SNAP! "OWWWWWW!!" she howled, "twenty-t-two",she called out, this time not moving from position. CRACKK!!! "AHHHHH", her head snapped back, "t-t-twenty th-th-th-three"she sobbed, barely getting it out, the tears were coming insteady streams now. "Please D-D-Daddy, I've had enough, I-Id-don't need anym-m-more", she pleaded. "I'll be the judge of that young lady", he said. "Only two more to go, now stay in position and youwon't have to get any extra", said her father. Tom lookedat the now well striped and crimson bottom pointing up athim, almost deciding that she had had enough. Then the thoughtof her stealing came back and he decided that the full measurewas due. HISSSS CRACK!! the belt found it's target again,Jennifer jumped up rubbing her tender backside, crying,yelped,"that's twenty f-f-four" she cried, then realizingwhat she had just done she got back into position, but itwas too late. "Didn't I just tell you not to move?" "Now you havetwo more coming before the last one!" "NOOOO please daddy, I d-d-in't m-mean to" she sobbed. "Iwon't move anymore". "You know what you were told, and that's what you'regoing to get young lady." WHISSHHH SNAP!! "OHHHHHH PLEASE!"she cried. WHISSHH CRACK!! "I-I-I'M SORRY".By now it washard to hear her through her sobbing. "Now", said Tom, "here comes the last one." WHISSSHHHCRACKKK!!!! "OOOOOOOOH" cried Jennifer, "twenty-five!" Tom looked at his prostate daughter's now red wealedand firey bottom, criss-crossed with stripes, some turning toa light purple already, as she cried like a 6 year old. Hedidn't particularly like to punish his daughter, but he wasnot going to be the parent of a thief either. He told herthat he didn't like to punish her, but that until she couldstraighten up that this was what she could expect in the futureif it happened again, only more severe. Then he left the roomwith belt in hand to go take care of his wife's unruly back-side. Jennifer stayd in position for a few more minutes sobbingand crying like the punished girl she was and then got up, stillcrying, and went over to her mirror,"Oh", she sobbed, "look atmy poor bottom, I won't be able to wear my shorts for weeks", shecontinued to look at the stripes and welts left by her father'sbelt. "Ohhh,it's so hot", she said to herself, and she noticed thatshe was getting hot feelings somewhere else too, she almostalways did after the edge had worn off the pain from a goodhard spanking. She lay down on her bed and began to rub her sparselyhaired, and now very wet vagina, thinking to herself thatshe hoped she could find someone to take her dad's placesomeday when she got married to keep her in line the sameway he did.
END OF PART 1--ÿ