TIED FOR PUNISHMENT

BY YOMAMMA

[ part 1 ]

Based on what a lovely lady friend of mine once told me…

My husband Paul and I always believed in discipline. I came from a strict household and had been a public school teacher until our daughter, Jessica, was born, so I saw the effects of lax parenting. As a result, Jessica was spanked from the time she was a toddler and it was never really any big deal. I guess we were a bit old-fashioned in that Paul almost always did the spanking, especially as she got older. "Wait until your father gets home" is corny, but its how we handled it and, actually, once she was old enough to understand, the waiting for him to get home became a good additional punishment for her.

Jessica’s spankings were pretty typical as well at first, over Paul’s lap for the most part, on her bare bottom with her panties pulled down to her knees or so. Since that’s how my dad had spanked me, I never thought much of it and assumed it allowed Paul to see how hard he was swatting her. As she got older he added cornertime after the spanking and when she was old enough to do chores around the house, extra chores became an additional punishment as well. But almost always in addition to, not instead of, a spanking.

I noticed things starting to change right after Jessica turned 7. Paul was spanking her harder and longer as might be expected, but would take longer getting her positioned over his lap and longer in-between swats as well. It was after a particularly harsh spanking that I noticed the erection Paul had in his pants right after. He must not have been wearing his briefs under his loose pants because it was VERY prominent. He sent Jessica to the corner still sobbing and headed to the bathroom.

Now I’m no dummy, I figured out pretty quick what was going on and wasn’t surprised really, Jessica was very pretty, thin, long dark hair and a sexy little-girl bottom. I was surprised by my reaction though! I was getting wet thinking of Paul in the bathroom jacking-off after spanking Jess. I also thought "what a waste!" I started finding more and more excuses for Paul to spank Jessica and watched him carefully. He was taking more and more time with the spankings and I even saw him rubbing her bottom and thighs between swats when he didn’t know I was looking! There was no doubt about it, he was really getting off spanking our daughter and the more I saw it and thought about it the more excited I was getting as well. This went on for some time with both of us masturbating in private thinking about what was happening. Eventually, though, I decided I wanted more.

So for Jessica’s next spanking I made sure it was close to bed time and didn’t let Paul slip away into the bathroom after. As soon as we got in the bedroom I started getting playful and he responded like a wild man. I have always been a bit submissive when it comes to sex. I like a man to take charge, even to be rough, but Paul had never been quite this intense. The sex was great for both of us, hard, hot and long. Afterwards, as usual, I snuggled close to him. We didn’t say anything for a long time, I’m not sure what he was thinking, but I finally broke the ice:

"I’m glad you are being more strict with Jessica recently" I said as I lightly stroked his chest, "She’s getting to that age where she needs a firmer hand."

"I think your right" Paul agreed, "you see kids her age being so wild at times, you can just tell the parents don’t discipline."

I stretched up and gave him a long wet kiss and then we drifted off to sleep. The next day was a Saturday and its when everything really started to change for our family.

That next day I had Jessica do several chores outside for me, knowing that she had a hard time remembering to close the gate to the backyard properly. Sure enough, one time she didn’t get the latch right and the Beagle got out. Now with Beagles, if they get a chance to run, they are gone. They will be back eventually, but its goodbye for a while.

After I noticed what had happened I got very angry with Jessica in front of Paul, telling her how irresponsible she had been and how "Pup" (great name, huh!) might never come back thanks to her.

Paul immediately said, "Get over her young lady, you need another spanking!" Jessica was already sniffling and really started crying when he said that. She pleaded, saying her bottom was still sore from last night’s spanking, to which Paul just replied, "You should have thought of that before you did something that bad!"

He had he take off her jeans and pulled down her panties to her knees and practically yanked her body over his lap. He was hitting her harder than I had ever seen him spank and she was really fighting him. Both hands trying to protect her sore bottom her legs flailing up and down. He had to try and hold her wrists with his left hand but she was wiggling so much it was obviously interfering with the spanking.

That’s when I told him to wait a moment and I went into the laundry room and brought out an old pair of stockings that I had been going to throw away. Paul held her still while I tied her wrists together right at the small of her back with one of the stockings. I tied it tight and I could tell from her reaction it was hurting her. Then I moved around, pulled off her panties and tied her ankles together as well. Lastly I went back to where her head was hanging down and told her to open her mouth wide. When she wouldn’t I slapped her. Not really that hard but enough that it stung. When she finally opened up I stuffed her balled-up panties in her mouth, telling her if she spit them out, I would tape her mouth shut.

Then I took a couple of steps back and just stood there, Paul and I looking into each others eyes for a long time, tension filling the room. Paul had a look in his eyes I’ve never seen before. You hear the expression "fire in his eyes" but you can’t know what that means until you see it yourself. Finally he started spanking, and spanking, and spanking. Not just her bottom but her thighs as well. Although she was bucking up and down with each stroke, the stockings where helping to keep her in place for him. The spanking seemed to go on forever and eventually she just lay limp over his lap, sobbing into her panties.

When he was done her bottom and thighs were a bright red and even bruised in one spot. I had to cut off the stockings as the knot had been worked together so tightly. Paul sent her straight to her room and we went straight to ours. The sex this time was pure animal lust. He came three times, something he hadn’t done since we were dating in college. He didn’t even go soft after his first cum and only needed a little coaxing from my mouth to get hard again for his third time. I came so hard as he did my ass and pinched my clit I almost passed out.

After we were done we snuggled again and I gently stroked him. This time he spoke first:

"Tying her up like that made the spanking much easier, I think we should do that more often, don’t you?"

I smiled and gently squeezed his soft cock. "Definitely."