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Author: BarelySofi Copyright 2017
Title: Old Fashioned Family IV
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 IV
The first
days under the new
arrangement, I discovered not being in charge was not that bad. I mean,
I still had to do all the house chores, do my homework and all the
things a teenager is supposed to do, but I didn’t have to keep an eye
over the twins so I started to spend more time in my room.
On
their end, the twins became more bossy, trying to show who was in
control. For example, while in my room I wasn’t allowed to
close
the door so they could see what I was doing. They also made sure I had
done my homework and asked about my tests.
They acted this way
especially when they had friends over. At those times, they were
particularly annoying, reminding me of chores, clearly to
show
off in front of their friends. But I didn’t mind at all, I
had
more time for myself, and while I did what was expected of me I had no
reason to be afraid.
I think the first time they noticed that
being in charge was not all laughs was one day when I was in the
kitchen. I’d put the dinner at the oven and went to my room. After some
minutes, I got a call from Maria, one of my friends, and I forgot about
the oven timing. By the time my dad got home the kitchen was smokey.
That
day I was spanked hard, of course, but for the first time, my father
also grounded my brothers for something I did - they were in charge,
and they were not paying attention.
My father would never spank
the boys, in his prehistoric mind that was only for girls, but he
grounded them with a no television and no friends for a week. This
meant that they would not been able to go out that Friday.
Even
with my sore bottom I felt somehow comforted. I got a lot of spankings
due to their faults, and now, they were grounded for something I did.
Obviously
, they did not feel the same way and increased their control.
I
was sure that they would take advantage of any occasion to take
revenge. That week I was particularly careful, and they
didn’t
get a chance. The week passed without further problems, at least until
that Friday.
That Friday I came back from school, changed myself
into more comfortable clothing and started to make an afternoon snack
for the kids and myself.
I had mine in my room when I heard the kids calling me.
Waiting at the bathroom door, they pointed inside.
“Sofia!
look at that mess, why didn’t you clean it?” said Alex. I looked
inside, and yes, It’s was all messy, really messy, but the fact is that
after I took my morning shower it was tidy. Then they used it.
“What the … what have you done?” I asked. “It was clean this morning,
it is not my fault if you’re more pigs than boys!”
I could see water spots everywhere, toilet paper stuck to the mirror
and elsewhere. It was surely done on purpose.
They
looked at me: “Yeah, we had a little fight in there, but It’s
your responsibility to keep the house clean, isn’t it?” I could barely
believe it, and stared at them seriously.
“Is not my
responsibility to clean your mess, I clean the house, yes, but only for
normal use!” I was mad, but I was sure that I would be the one cleaning
the mess. “Now let me alone! I’ll clean that, and you better keep your
fights out of the house!”
They looked at me, but finally walked
away while I started cleaning. I had to spend about one hour just to
return it to its usual state. Then I walked back to my room, and tried
to relax before starting dinner. I was on my bed listening to music
when I saw the twins appear again. I took off my headphones and asked
in an aggresive manner, “What now?”
“Did you finish cleaning,
Sof?” Marc asked. I didn’t like when they used my short name, but
wanting them to leave me alone I nodded, “Yes, It’s clean again, so
just avoid messing it up.”
“Good, then come with us, we have to deal with your punishment.”
I opened my mouth wide, unable to believe what I just heard. I felt my
cheeks burning in rage and suddenly exploded!
“What
the hell! You’re the ones who messed up the bathroom, I cleaned it, so
don’t think I’ll let you lay a hand on me! I don’t care who’s in
charge, I won’t let two imps to lay a hand on me for something you did!”
I
could see a grinning face “Are you sure Sof? You want us to tell Dad
you disobeyed us, that you neglected one of your chores and rejected
your punishment?” said Marc again. “And you insulted us; you called us
imps,” added Alex.
That gave me something to think about, I knew
Dad, I knew I would get the belt for that, but was not my intention to
let them to think they were my bosses. No, better Dad or even David,
but the twins? no….
Then I shrugged, I put my headphones back on
and turned over my tummy, giving them my back and making clear that the
discussion was over. I then felt a sudden weight over me, it took me a
few seconds to realize that one boy had jumped on my legs, the
other on my back. I fought, struggling and kicking,
but
found that the twins were stronger than I ever thought – they were
growing teens, after all – and since they were two I was
helpless.
I
felt one of them pulling my shorts and panties down, I tried to hold
them but the other one grabbed my arms and sat on them. Then I tried to
cross my legs. I managed to avoid my clothes being pulled to my ankles,
but they already had what they wanted, my exposed bottom cheeks.
In
no time I felt the smacks on after another. I had plenty of stamina, so
it wasn’t until perhaps 40 smacks that I found myself
sobbing, my tears wetting the pillow.
The tears did not
stop them. They gave me the longest spanking I’d ever had. I slowly
stopped struggling and fighting, only trying to cover my bottom, but
finding myself unable.
At long last, feeling each inch of my
bottom burning like hell, they stopped, released me and left me alone
in my room. I rubbed my sore bum, covered myself with bedsheets and
cried.
I heard my dad coming back home. I didn’t knew what to
expect, they had spanked me, but knowing dad, that would not be enough
for him, so I can’t say I was surprised when I heard him coming to my
room.
I’d already put my shorts on just in case.
“Sofia, follow me.”
That
time I was allowed to explain myself, and I did. I said I wasn’t the
one who made the mess in the bathroom; I said that I cleaned
it.
I also explained, dying of shame, how the twins had taken it upon
themselves to spank me. Dad looked at me and shook his head.
“Sofia,
you know is your duty to keep the house clean. If the bathroom was a
mess, with it your duty to clean it, what would have happened
if
I got home to see that? I’d tell you that you would get punished, and
so would your brothers since they were in charge.
“But they noticed before I got home, so tell me, who’s in charge when
I’m not home, Sofia?”
I
mumbled, I knew it, but it was too hard to say out loud. It was hard to
say that my younger brothers were in charge. I opened my mouth, then
closed it.
“Who is in charge, Sofia?” he asked again.
I knew what was about to happen. “T..they are” I mumbled
“Who, Sofia? I can’t hear you.”
My face turned red, probably as red as my buttcheeks, “They are!” I
shouted.
My dad nodded, but wasn’t still happy. “They are what? Tell us Sofia,
just so we can be sure that you understand.”
I found myself biting my lips, I could even feel the taste of my own
blood, pushing my fists hard, and finally surrendered .
“T..they’re in charge dad.”
“Good!
now that we’ve cleared the subject I want you to take the next step. I
want you to go to your room, write a note, and what I expect to find on
that note is an apology. Also I want you to write who’s in
charge
when i’m not home, and what will happen next time any of your brothers
thinks you need discipline.“
Then, he took a pause to breathe.
“And
what will happen,” he continued, “Is that you will take the punishment.
Then, once I come back, if you consider the punishment unfair, you can
tell me what happened. If I think it was unfair, I’ll take care of it
with them, but if I find the punishment fair I’ll also take care of it
with you, understood?”
I nodded, feeling myself against a wall, tasting salty tears mixing
with my own blood.
“So, do you understand Sofia?” he asked.
“Yes Dad,” I answered, sure that I would not find myself out
of trouble so easily.
“Good,
then, you won’t leave your room until you’re called. Once you’re
called, you’re expected to go to their room, read them the note, and
ask them to punish you. Not for the bathroom mess, but for ignoring
them. And you’ll accept the punishment won’t you?”
I nodded again, dying in shame. I saw my dad raise an eyebrow and I
knew he was expecting a vocal anwer.
“Yes dad.. I will.”
He
nodded, and in my mind’s eye I could see my brothers grinning with a
hidden smile. “Good, and finally, before you go to sleep, I want you to
go to the bathroom, and clean it until is perfect! And you will do it
bare from your waist down, so you can remember what happens if you
don’t take care of your duties, and don’t accept your punishments.” He
then gave me a few seconds to acknowledge.
“Now go! And make sure your note is long and deep enough!”
And
I went back to my room. I needed some time to comprehend what had
happened. I had to write the note, hating myself that I was doing it. I
had to write how sorry I felt for not accepting the punishment, for not
being diligent with my duties. It took me a really long time do it,
since I knew what they were expecting. I finally wrote about fifty
lines of text stating that I knew they were in charge, that I had to
accept their punishments, that I knew I acted badly today, and that I
felt really sorry for that, swearing it would never happen again.
Then
I had to wait again, a long time. I heard someone ringing the doorbell,
and I thought it was a food delivery since I didn’t make dinner. I
wasn’t called for dinner, as I continued to wait.
Then I heard steps, and finally I was called, biting my lip I took my
note, ready for the last humiliation.
The
door was closed, and I had to knock. “Come in.” I opened the door and
walked inside, hearing the instruction “close the door after you.” They
were sitting on one of the twin beds. They took their time, letting me
to suffer, my eyes wandering around the room.
“Undress yourself
from waist down Sofia, Marc said. This was not about curiosity, I knew,
they had had plenty of chances to watch me in the past. This was about
humiliation, about making me feel inferior, but I did as ordered. I
kicked off my slippers, then I pulled down my shorts and
stood in
place, covering my bush with both hands while holding a piece of paper.
“So,
I think you have something you want to read for us?” This was Marc, and
I noticed that Alex kept quiet, letting his brother do the work.
Even
being twins there were a few differences. Alex’s grades were always
better, while Marc was best at sports. They probably had a hierarchy
I’d never noticed before.
“Y.. yes I do.”
“OK, you have all our attention.”
And
then I had to read, holding the note with both hands while I was unable
to cover myself. I tried to cross my legs so at least they had not a
direct view and I started to read, trying to keep myself under control.
I
started to readiwith a steady voice, but while reading the humiliating
words I’d written my voice began to tremble, and they made me to stop a
few times, forcing me to repeat some paragraphs they could
not
hear, or that at least so they claimed.
By the time I finished, I was shivering. I hated the whole situation,
and also knew it was about to get worse.
“That was nice, Sof, really nice, now, I think you want to ask us
something?” Marc said with a big smile in his face.
And again, I found myself closing my fists tight, and knowing that I
didn’t had a choice I began the next part.
“Please, could you punish me for not recognizing your authority before?”
And
then again they made me wait, Alex still silent, looking at me, Marc
also staring, and me looking down to the floor with the only
wish
that it would swallow me.
“OK,” Marc looked down, next to my
feet, “take your slippers and hand them to us, one for Alex and the
other for me, and leave the note on my desktop.”
I walked to his
desk, aware of my partial exposure, bent over and took off both
slippers, and then walked over to them handing one to each.
“Now
get back to your spot, turn around, bend over as far as you can and try
to hold your ankles.” I was never spanked that way, dad had
never
been imaginative, hand spankings over the knee, belt ones bending over
with the stool, he never used any other implements, nor new poses, but
this was a new order.
I did as told, finding the pose hard
enough by itself, and also really exposing me. I tried to
keep my
legs together, but since Marc was telling me to go further and further
down, I had to split them enough so I could reach my ankles
as requested.
Marc was standing at my back until I reached the point he wanted.
“Ok Sofi, now get ready and don’t move. If you release your ankles I’ll
start again.” He didn’t gave me time to get ready.
Before I could even take a breath I felt the slipper smacking my
buttcheek hard, first one then the other. And then he stopped.
As
usual I had no clue about how many swats would I get, and
that
didn’t help. I found myself grabbing my ankles really tight, determined
to not give them the chance to restart for breaking position.
I
faced the second and the third round of swats, already crying and
begging The belt is the worst, but I was
already sore
from the recent spanking, so each of the slipper smacks hurt my already
sensitive skin enough to forget about the shame I was feeling just
seconds before.
I had to hold for two more rounds, by that time
I was a sniffling little thing. I felt relieved when I saw
Marc
moving away. I didn’t move, waiting him to let me stand up, but instead
of that I noticed Alex taking his place.
“P.. please, no more,
stop!” I begged through tears and snorts, but they didn’t. Alex started
to whack me, not as strongly as Marc, but enough to keep me crying,
begging and sobbing, from the first to the last .
Finally Alex stepped away, and then he spoke for the first time.
“Sof, stand up, thank us and go clean the bathroom, let us know once
you’ve finished so we can check your work.”
Without
protesting, I stood up, thanked him and felt them hugging me tight,
first Alex, them Marc. I didn’t knew if that was a way to comfort me or
another type of torture, but the hug somehow worked. I stopped crying
and walked, still exposing everything below my waist, to the bathroom
where I took my time wiping my face, cleaning my tears and trying to
compose myself.
It took about two more hours to again clean the
bathroom, the kind of cleaning I did one time each month. I made a last
check, and again knocked on their door.
“I’ve finished,” I said without waiting for them to answer, then they
walked out, and checked my job.
“Well
done Sof, now go to the kitchen, we saved some pizza for you, take it
and go to sleep, tomorrow we will have a full cleaning day.”
I
was so glad and tired that I didn’t even bother about my shorts. Dad
was in his office, and the twins in their room, so I had dinner, still
bare from waist down. I then washed the dishes and went to my room.
It didn’t take long before I was sleeping, obviously on my tummy.