"What on earth is going on!" cried Shirley Parkinson.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!" shrieked Dara. Her Mom had just caught her in what was certainly the most hideously embarrassing moment of her life.

Dara flopped onto the bed. If her sheets had been at least undone she'd have been able to cover up, but in this case, she was on top of her well-made bed, with nothing available within arm's length to shield her absolutely naked body.

A pretty 16 year old blond, Dara was home a little early from school and was absolutely certain she had the house to herself. She'd decided to play her favorite all alone game which was to play with herself and over the past year or so she had refined how to do that in a way she would have never told a living soul. Dara had been consumed by erotic fantasies for years. They'd started at puberty or so when Dara was 13. At first the fantasies had revolved around the same things all her friends talked about, kissing a boy, being felt up, even making love. Most of her school friends had such thoughts and it was a popular topic of conversation in the locker room and the washrooms at school. The giggling new teens would share their dreams of the night before as they blushed and shivered at the thoughts of the others.

Dara had gradually stopped sharing her fantasies with her friends because they had changed. They had become more and more strange. This, coupled with Dara's discovery of rubbing herself on a pillow bunched between her legs, made her crazy hot. Her whole belly would go on fire and her lightly downed puss would become soaking wet. She'd tuck the pillow up tight between her thighs and then hump it face down on the bed until her whole body would tense up and then she'd get the most delicious shivery feeling all over.

Dara's thoughts while she was bent over the pillow were becoming more and more strange. She dreamed that she was tied, helpless by her ankles and wrists to the four corners of the bed with her pillow up between her thighs while a faceless older man insisted she hump the pillow which she was watched. If she wouldn't do it, Dara imagined, she'd be spanked or strapped until she obeyed. She imagined herself in tears, helplessly bent over the pillow with her bottom burning hot from a strapping as she would rub herself to a teenage orgasm.

From time to time, Dara's little brother and parents would be out of the house and Dara would be able to strip herself completely naked as she rubbed herself. Those were the best moments, spread out naked as she imagined being strapped then teased.

Dara had daringly moved out of the bedroom from time to time. If everyone was out and she was absolutely certain she wouldn't be disturbed, she'd try her naked restrained position in different parts of the house. She'd put herself over the back of the living room couch, over the ottoman in the den and spread out on the carpet in the middle of the living room.

When she turned 15 or so Dara made another discovery that absolutely shocked her but that she had exploited ever since. She'd been in the bath at the time, the door locked and soaking in the hot water. As was often the case, Dara had been playing with herself. Her feet and calves were up on either side of the bath with her thighs up and wide apart. Her head was thrown way back and her right hand was making long slow strokes from the top of her pussy all the way down as far as she could reach then back up again.

On one of those strokes, her finger had rubbed across her tight little anus and Dara had gasped in response. Her fingers had continued to explore and within a couple of minutes, Dara had her forefinger buried deep in her bottom.

The resulting orgasm was so strong, and Dara's trashing around in the water so loud, her Mom had called in to find out if she was alright.

The discovery of her sensitive bottom had started to figure prominently in Dara's fantasies. Now, when she was over the pillow she imagined being teased by some dominant man who would touch her wherever he wanted and then finger her anally or insert some object into her bottom while she was helplessly tied over her pillow.

Dara had gone a little further one day when, in a fit of frustration, she'd looked around her room for a likely object. Her rounded hairbrush had a rounded handle about 6 inches long and, slathered with hand cream, Dara had carefully pushed the handle deep into her bottom one day. The orgasm had brought her to tears and now, whenever she was alone in the house, the hairbrush was a regular staple of her play.

Dara had a favorite position for "hairbrush" play. She would remove all her clothes and put them away, leaving her naked. She imagined from time to time being stripped in one room and then being brought naked into another. Once naked, Dara would place herself in the middle of her bed if that's where she was playing and put herself on all fours with her knees wide apart and her bottom way up high in the air. Dara would place her head face down on the bedspread and reach back to slide the handle covered in hand lotion up into her bottom.

The handle was round with a thick middle and a tapered end and a narrow neck before it met with the flatter hairbrush area. Just having the brush handle deep in her body made Dara feel incredible naughty but also burning hot. She would sometimes reach down to just touch the brush in the least way sending incredible sensations up into her belly. It was a surefire way to bring her to a quick orgasm.

Dara had even ventured out of the bedroom with this kind of play, placing herself on the living room coffee table imagining herself displayed in front of her phantom dominant lover and his friends in this incredibly exposing position.

Dara's submissiveness had brought her to one other perversion. And perversion was the way she thought of it. Every Sunday in church, her pastor warned of the perversions of today's society and Dara was certain that she was already destined for a hot and uncomfortable place in the afterlife. This final perversion had also come to Dara in the bath, this time while shaving her legs. As a blond with very fine blond hairs, she didn't need to shave that often and in this case she'd be leisurely shaving her long athletic legs when the perverted thought came to her. Before she could think about it too much she's slid the razor over the middle of the blond curly fur covering her pubis. It had taken a few short minutes but now Dara was completely smooth down below. It made her feel even more like a sluttly submissive girl.

This had all been private, in fact more than private because Dara knew the things she was doing were so perverted, so awful that she couldn't share them even with her best friend. They were more than private. They were secret. Top secret. Ultra secret. Unshareable.

And now, now Dara was sure the earth was about to open up and swallow her whole.

Her Mom had just walked in and Dara had been at the worst possible moment for her to do so. Her Mom had walked in to find her sweet 16 year old daughter start naked, kneeling with her bottom towards the bedroom door and her knees wide, wide apart. Dara's head had been buried in the bed covers, leaving her back arched and her bottom pushed up as the highest point of her body. Dara's buttocks had naturally parted and the view for Dara's Mom was total. She had a complete view of Dara's spread and soaked pussy with two of Dara's fingers buried deep in it. She had a complete few of Dara's 34B breasts hanging down from her body with erect dark pink nipples touching the bedspread. She had a complete view of Dara's round hairbrush handle stuffed deep into Dara's rectum.

Shirley was about to faint.

After her first cry, Dara had flopped forward on the bed. Shirley just watched in open mouthed shock as she tried to absorb what she was seeing. Her beautiful daughter, member of the cheerleading squad, honor student, was violating her body with a hairbrush and, not just violating her body but violating her anus!

She watched as Dara squirmed around trying to find something to cover herself with and finding nothing ending up finally curled up in the natal position with the hairbrush still sticking incongruously out from between her white cheeks as she burst into tears.

It had all lasted about 30 seconds before Shirley could come to her senses.

"You little tramp!" she cried and stepped forward.

Grabbing Dara by one ear, Shirley pulled the crying teenager up until she was off her bed and on her feet.

"You'll come with me little lady!" she cried and walked quickly out of the room dragging Dara by her ear behind her.

"Ow, ow ow!" Dara shrieked as her ear was painfully tugged forward. Where was she going?

Her Mom stopped at the kitchen. Pulling out a kitchen chair to the middle of the kitchen, she pulled Dara towards it.

"Stand up on this chair," she said in a firm no nonsense voice. "I can see that leaving you unattended has been a big mistake and you can be sure you'll be watched every moment from now on!"

Dara struggled to get up on the chair before her Mom finally let go of her ear.

"Facing me Dara Parkinson!" Shirley said and Dara slowly turned to face her Mom in the classic Venus pose with one hand over her bare breasts, the other covering her pubis.

"You can put those hands on your head you little tramp!" said Shirley and Dara burst into a new wave of tears as she slowly moved her hands up to her head.

If Dara thought she couldn't be embarrassed, she was sadly mistaken as her Mom's eye drifted downwards to her now exposed pubis.

"Oh my God in heaven!" cried Shirley. "What have you done with your pubic hair?!"

Tears streaked Dara's face. She didn't dare answer. Her Mom shook her head in amazement. What had happened to her sweet teenage daughter and what manner of devil had taken her place?

Shirley walked all around the now naked and exposed teenager. When she got behind her she stared in amazement at the black hairbrush still sticking out from between Dara's bare buttocks. Shirley and Dan had a regular and satisfying sex life but it was very plain. She would have never thought of putting something up into her bottom for sexual pleasure. Now here, her own daughter had what was certainly a large hairbrush handle buried deep up there.

Shirley shook her head again, trying to come to terms with what was going on.

"Well you little hussie!" she said. You want to expose yourself with all kinds of perversions? You'll find out we know just how to deal with people who've fallen from the path of righteousness in this family. You can stay right where you are until your father gets home and gives you a taste of his belt!

Dara's burst out in a new wave of tears. She pleaded with her mother to let her go back upstairs. She promised that she'd never do anything bad ever again. She'd go to church every day, she promised. This just had Shirley's eyes narrow again.

Finally, Shirley had to threaten to put Dara out on the porch to wait for her father before Dara finally quieted down to await her fate, naked in the kitchen.

It was already after 4 and Dara's father would be home like clockwork at 5:15 so there was less than an hour to wait. But there was one more aspect to Dara's humiliation that she hadn't thought of until this moment.

It was John, her 15 year old brother. Like all 16 year old sisters, Dara thought her 14 year old brother was a pain. As the kitchen door opened Dara shrieked and again brought her hands down to protect herself.

John was standing in the doorway with his jaw literally hanging open. There was Dara, stark naked! He hadn't seen his sister completely nude in years since she was 11 or so and he'd been 10; the last time they played Doctor together. Now, there she was, obviously nude. Her B-cup breasts were impossible to cover with her arm alone and her bare flank made it clear she didn't have a stitch on. Plus, she was standing on a chair in the middle of the kitchen. What the hell was going on here?

"Get in the house John," said his Mom. She was clearly in a state of high agitation; not to be messed with. "before the whole neighbourhood knows what kind of tramp I've raised for a daughter."

"Mom!" Dara begged. "Please don't let him see me like this!"

"Quiet you harlot!" cried Shirley. "You got yourself into this mess and you will bear the full consequences. Now get those hands back on your head!"

Dara's hands crept at a snail's pace until they were, once again, clasped together on the top of her head. John had moved about 2 feet into the kitchen and was staring like a man who's just seen an oasis in the middle of the desert.

"Go ahead John, take a good look. Your sister is a self-abuser and a pervert and has brought shame on herself and her family. Take a good look at what she is!"

John didn't hesitate. After all when might he get another chance? Drinking in the sight as Dara began to cry again in embarrassment, he walked all around his older sister. When he got to where he was planning to enjoy a view of her close to perfect butt he gasped in surprise.

"That's right John, your slutty sister has been pleasing herself with her hairbrush up her little bottom!" said his Mom. "Well you can be sure that that she won't be sitting on that bottom for some time after your father gets through with her!" John was amazed. The idea that Dara would even play with herself was shocking to him. She'd always been the prim and proper do-gooder. Dara was on the honor roll, was part of the in-crowd at school and John had always figured her for their parent's favorite. Well, things were about to change!

With a last look at her completely bare pussy, John smiled and headed up to his room to do homework. This had turned out to be the best day of his life!

Dara was beside herself. Her creepy brother would no doubt be telling his friends everything and she'd be helpless to stop him. He'd threaten to tell the whole school and blackmail her for whatever he wanted. She didn't realize that these thoughts were already racing through John's mind and that what he wanted was more of the same. Only two days from now, Dara would find herself right back on this chair with her hands on her head while John and his best friend examined her in detail from inches away!

For now though, Dara's next fear was the arrival of her father. She didn't have long to wait. It was already 5 o'clock and her father would be home momentarily.

The hairbrush had now been in Dara's bottom for about 90 minutes and it was quite uncomfortable. Dara didn't dare ask her Mom if she could pull it out and any moment, her father would be seeing it stuck up her bum.

The front door sealed her fate and with a final admonishment not to move a muscle, Shirley left the kitchen to explain to Dan what he had to deal with.

Dan was home a few minutes early and the first thing to greet him as he walked in from the garage was a clearly agitated wife. Dan's jaw literally fell open in shock as she told him the news. Dara, his little Dara had turned into some kind of pervert.

Well, Pastor Benton had talked about how to deal with perversion and Dan was nothing if not a man of God. He stopped in the hallway to retrieve his strap. He knew he'd be using it in a moment.

Dan stepped into the kitchen to see his completely naked daughter. He was stunned. Aside from her bare bottom which he had spanked several months ago, he had not seen her completely naked in years. Now, there she was, bare as the day she was born but now with breasts and a pussy shaven like a Turkish harlot.

Dara was in tears but Dan wasn't at all sympathetic. He reached up to grab his daughter by his ear. She cried out as he pulled her from the chair. He sat in the chair she'd vacated and pulled her over his knee.

The black hairbrush handle stuck way up in the air in this position. Dan grabbed a hold of it.

"So you slutty girl, you think that playing with yourself is something we approve of?" Dan gave the brush a big wiggle which cause a fresh burst of tears from Dara. Her bottom was already very, very sore from the way the handle had been up inside her for so long.

Dan gave the handle a big twist and then pushed and pulled it a moment or two before pulling it out of her completely. She was relieved to finally have the handle out of her and had already sworn she'd never put it in her bottom every again. Little would she know that the handle would be back in her bottom only the next evening as she was punished again.

Dara's relief was short lived as Dan's hand descended to smack her bottom with a sharp spank. Dan's punishment routine was always the same. The hand spanking would start fast and furious and he would spank until there was no more resistance. Tears would not slow him down or any amount of pleading. Dan would wait until she was beyond crying and was lying limply over his lap. It would take close to fifteen minutes by which time Dara's bottom was a deep red and she was cried out.

Dan stopped at last and lifted the naked girl to her feet.

Dara knew the relief was only a pause.

With a hand firmly on her arm, Dan led his daughter to the living room and bent her over the back of the sofa. The sofa was already turned so the back was facing into the room. Dan knew already it was the perfect height for her size. Her hips fit perfectly over the top of the sofa back if she spread her feet about 3 feet apart; something her father had trained her to do when it was her turn to be punished.

Dara buried her face into the cushions of the sofa. With her bottom already burning hot, this strapping would be horrible she knew. She was not to be disappointed. Dan used his foot to push Dara's ankles a little further apart. In this position, with her legs this spread, Dan could see everything. Her bare shaven pussy was completely exposed and she was bent enough that her buttocks had naturally parted to show the red irritated ring of her recently plugged anus.

Dan's lips were pressed firmly together. He planned to make sure this lesson lasted.

With a sharp whistling whoosh, the strap came down hard across the width of Dara's bottom. She couldn't help but cry out. The strapping was every bit as terrible as she'd imagined and from some deep reservoir, more tears and cries burst from her as he turned her bottom from a hot red to an angry red with horizontal stripes. She'd been feeling the effects of this strapping for several days.

When he was sure she'd been punished enough, Dan through the strap onto the sofa and let Dara slowly get control of herself.

It was perhaps five minutes later when he would pull her to her feet and lead her, still naked to the living room corner.

Dara was so happy that it was over. Normally she was horrified by corner time. It was the only time her bottom was left still bare as she'd stand facing the corner. This time the effect was profoundly different. She'd been on display with her bare breasts and pussy for so long that the opportunity to hide them in the corner was a welcome relief. Now it was *only* her bottom showing and she slowly calmed down as the full effects of the spanking and then the strapping burned into her bottom as a deep aching heat.

Dan had retreated to the kitchen where Dara could hear him talking to her mother although so quietly that she couldn't make out what they were saying. At one point, her father made a phone call but again Dara was unable to hear who he was speaking to or what about.

Dara had been in the corner for almost 30 minutes when she heard footsteps coming into the living room.

"Dara, front and center," said her father. This was standard practice. After a spanking, Dara would have to face her Mom or Dad and apologize for her behaviour. As she turned, she saw that both her parents were waiting on the sofa for her. Dara could see the kitchen chair that she had been so embarrassed to be exposed on this afternoon. Dan had placed it in the middle of the living room.

Dara came to stand right in front of them as she'd been taught and was about to start the apology she'd rehearsed in the corner when she was interrupted.

"Hands on your head, Dara," said her father.

Dara's hands leapt to the top of her head where she instantly clasped them firmly together. There was just something about a spanking that seemed to make you immediately obedient.

Dara's father looked her up and down, finally settling his gaze on her face.

"I can't tell you how embarrassed I am by your behaviour, young lady," Dan said.

Dara opened her mouth to respond but was silenced by Dan raising a finger in her direction. He obviously wasn't done.

"You have embarrassed us and you have been somewhat embarrassed today by your punishment. I'm sure you think you've been fully punished for your transgression and I think that you have but I am not at all sure that we have beaten the devil out of you. You have clearly strayed from the path of righteousness that we have tried to instill in you and your mother and I want to be sure you will be good from now on.

"Therefore, you have more penance in your immediate future."

Dara didn't dare speak. She was sure she would burst into uncontrollable tears. Her bottom was already so hot.

"That's right," said Dan. "You aren't done with this punishment yet. Tomorrow you will receive the second half and to be sure that you have forsaken the perversion that has you so enthralled I've asked Pastor Benton to come and administer the strapping."

Dara gasped. Surely he didn't mean that Pastor Benton would strap her bare bottom like her Dad did!

"So, tomorrow you mother will pick you up from school and you will come right here. Right here to the living room where she will supervise you removing all of your clothes. You will be bare as the day you were born with one exception. Your mother will reinsert that hairbrush you are so happy with back into your naughty bottom and then you can stand on this chair and wait with your hands on your head until Pastor Benton and I come home to finish your punishment.

This was worse, much worse than Dara had even imagined. She could feel the tears of embarrassment trickling again down her cheeks. Oh if she'd only never started with that stupid hairbrush!

There was no point in arguing. Once her father's mind was made up, there was nothing she could do to change it. She would be here tomorrow, naked as she was now to be exposed to someone from outside her family.

Dara wouldn't realize until later that punishments would include this type of embarrassment from now on. Yes, life had changed for Dara; changed forever.