Adults Only
Author: BarelySofi Copyright 2017
Title: Old Fashioned Family III
STORYCODES: Spanking, Public humiliation
Summary:
A teen girl, living in a male chauvinist environment along with her
family, her father, older brother and two younger twins, they all live
in a small village, where spankings are common, but while her friends
stopped getting them since they grew old, she is still getting them.
Chapter III
The next morning I woke up,
and took my time in the shower. The last thing I wanted was
to
see any of the kids, but I was sure at least a few of them were
sleeping in my house.
I walked to the kitchen and started making
breakfast, trying my best to finish before any of the guests woke up,
but I wasn’t fast enough soon the kids appeared into the kitchen. I had
a hard time, not only due to my sore butt (which had improved somewhat
overnight), but for the shame of knowing that each one of the kids had
seen me while being spanked by my younger brother.
I was sure that it would not be long until the news were known by
everyone in the village.
With
breakfast finally done I left to take a long walk. I didn’t come back
until mid-morning and by then the other kids had left only my brothers
were in the house. My dad had gone to buy groceries and I
started
washing dishes while my brothers were watching cartoons on TV. It was
probably my imagination, but I could feel their eyes on me, and a few
whispers. I tried to ignore them and kept doing housework.
In
the time that followed, especially over the course of that first week,
I overheard jokes about the older girl being spanked. None of my
friends said anything, much to my relief, but some classmates asked
about it and I tried to avoid explanation, so slowly the rumor died off.
A
few months passed, and the twins had a few more chances to put me over
their lap, but not again in public, so I slowly got used to that.
The
twins were 15 years old, and to my father’s point of view it was an
important age for a boy. He saw them as old enough and responsible
enough to be considered adults.
I recalled that when our older
brother turned fifteen, things had changed. He began to take charge and
was also granted the right to discipline either me or the twins kids on
his own. My dad would likely term it a duty.
I wasn’t sure if
it would be the same for the twins. David, after all was oldest among
us, so there was some logic that he took charge of his younger siblings
while dad was away. With the twins, they lacked the level of maturity
David possessed at 15, but looking to recent events it was hard to deny
I was being put under their charge too.
It was a Saturday,
and the house had a crowd of visitors, numering about 25. There
were our aunts, cousins and family
friends. Again,
there were many kids and a few of David’s friends had come as well. Dad
was handling the barbecue, and most of the kids were in the pool.
I
was wearing a summer dress with nylon shorts beneath. I’d have loved to
wear a bikini or my swimsuit, but I got a spanking the night before and
was still a bit sore and sensitive. I did not feel like wearing
anything too revealing.
I’d been trying to help with the guests but
at some point got time to myself. I lay on a towel with a few of my
friends and we were talking. Well, to tell the truth, I was really
trying to be brave enough to talk with Roger, a boy I had a
crush
on. He was nineteen years old, one of David’s besties. He was also the
brother of one of my closest friends.
I was relaxing on my
stomach, feeling the sun on my back, when suddenly I felt cold water
all over. I turned to see my 11-year-old cousin with a bucket on his
hands.
If I had just spent a few seconds to think and look
around, I would have seen the twins a short distance away laughing out
loud. But I just reacted without thinking , and before I knew what I
was doing slapped my cousin’s face. I ran to the bathroom, leaving my
cousin crying. The last thing I saw was some adults surrounding him.
Ok,
I was in big trouble, but I was still too mad, I locked myself into the
bathroom, took off my clothes and dried myself with a towel.
I
heard my dad, sounding mad, telling me to open the door. I
wrapped myself in a big towel and unlocked the door. As soon as I did I
was dragged by the arm outside, noticing in horror as my towel fell to
the floor but unable retrieve it as I was dragged back toward the yard.
There was no verbal scolding this time. Instead, I was dragged
over my father’s lap and his hand began to smack my butt without mercy.
I was already sore from last night’s spanking, I was scared about how
fast this was happening, and I was fully aware of being fully naked in
front of family and friends.
In no time I started crying,
It wasn’t the hardest or longer spanking I’d had, but it felt
excruciating, the hand falling and hitting my bottom while I tried to
keep some dignity by covering my breasts as best I could it that
position.
I kicked and yelped like hell. Looking for a source of
support I found Roger’s face. My my humiliation made me wish die at
that moment. I then saw my friends watching my mortification. I knew
they felt sorry for me, but I also knew this was beyond their control,
so I kept fighting and crying until my dad thought I’d had enough.
Then
as suddenly as it had started it ended. My father ordered me to stand,
told me to go to my room, get dressed and get back quickly.
So I
did. I did my best to cover myself while running to my room –
no
spanking dance this time. I was certain I’d have to face some corner
time. I thought I’d been allowed to get dressed only because having his
teenage daughter in a corner, naked, in front of a crowd would be too
much even for him.
I went to my room and slammed the door, still
crying, feeling powerless and absolutely humiliated. I again I saw
again Roger’s face and wondered what could he think of me, a girl of
seventeen spanked naked over his father’s lap. Still sniffling, I put a
new pair of panties, a bra and a clean dress.
I opened the door
ready to go to the bathroom, and found my friends outside the room. I
didn’t want to see anyone, but they didn’t gave me any option, so they
helped me wipe the tear stains away and
wash my face,
and spent some time trying to comfort me. They said nothing
about
the spanking specifically, just offered comforting words. I then took a
deep breath and went to face everyone again.
Once in the
yard I could feel everyone’s eyes. I saw dad back at the barbecue, and
slowly everyone resumed talking and doing whatever they were doing
earlier.
In time, my aunt asked me to come with her. I followed
her to the kitchen, where I found my cousin, and though it was his
fault I also felt sorry for slapping him.
He took a while then
ran and hugged me, crying and telling me how badly he felt. I hugged
him back, and believe it or not I felt really better. His apology
comforted me more than any other thing. I also apologized for slapping
him, then my aunt joined us in a hug and we all went back to the party.
I
was unable to face Roger, though. I was really sore, but It didn’t hurt
half as much as the embarrassment. Though it happened fast, there was
still plenty of time for all to look at my exposed body, and they all
knew I was still spanked like a little girl.
I didn’t ask dad
to let me go to my room, I knew that he would never allow it. Once the
last guest left I got the belt and the corner time. I also had to
apologize the twins for spoiling their birthday party.
On Sunday
morning dad had to work, and he told the twins that they were in charge
of “everything” during his absence, “Sofia, don’t cause trouble for
your brothers.” His words made it clear that “everything” included me.