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STORY.70
The Master Chris Collection
A TRIP TO THE WOODSHED
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"Michelle Carolson! Get down here right now." Michelle's
mother was not a happy camper. The call from the school
principal about Michelle and some of the other teenagers getting
in trouble out behind the cafeteria had left Michelle's mother
Susan incredulous. Getting a call about an infraction of some
kind from the head of her daughter's high school was
embarrassing and upsetting enough but Susan had been made to
listen to a list of complaints by Mr. Peters.
From the look on Michelle's face, Susan knew instantly
that the principal had been speaking the truth. Susan's 16
year-old daughter looked like she had been caught with her hand
in the cookie jar.
"Michelle, I've just gotten off the phone with Principal
Peters", Susan was controlling her voice with an effort.
"I guess I should have told you I got in a little
trouble at school." said Michelle miserably.
"A little trouble? You should have told me you got into
a heap of trouble. I can barely believe it. Finding out that you
were caught smoking is horrendous enough but then Mr. Peters
tells me that you were playing some kind of show and tell game
with your bra on the ground and your blouse wide open to show
the boys your breasts! Haven't we taught you anything? I
couldn't imagine that there was more but apparently you were
caught earlier this week in the *boy's* locker room! That time
your panties and your bra were found on the ground. Mr. Peters
tells me that you've gotten something of a reputation for
playing risque sex type games and that he and his teachers have
put you on a list of problem students to be kept in check. I
can't imagine what else might be on this list of infractions but
I'm sure they haven't caught everything have they?"
Michelle was standing in front of her mother now like a
naughty girl with her head hung low. She'd known it was only a
matter of time before she got caught and she couldn't imagine
being more miserable that she was at this moment.
"Well have they?" asked her mother again.
Michelle should her head.
"Well Micky, you are in it deep this time. You know
you'll be punished don't you?"
Michelle nodded her head softly without looking up.
"It's been quite a while but I think your bottom is in
for the blistering of your young life missy."
Michelle's head shot up at this. "No Mom! I'm sixteen!
Take away my allowance or ground me for a month or something.
You can't be thinking of spanking me at my age!"
"Oh yes I am and I should have started it a long time
ago." Michelle felt herself close to tears as her sentence was
pronounced. She felt her buttocks clench involuntarily and
imagined that they felt hotter as though the spanking had
already started.
"Come along young lady." said Susan as she took her
daughter firmly by the arm. "Time for you to learn some common
sense." Susan marched her teenaged girl back up the stairs and
into her bedroom. Michelle's radio was still playing and Susan
turned it off leaving an uncomfortable silence in its wake.
"When I was young, my parents would take me on a trip to
the woodshed to spank some sense into me" Susan told her
daughter. "We don't have a woodshed but I'm sure the garage will
do. First, I'm going to teach you how to get ready for the
spankings you'll be getting from now on whenever you're bad.
We'll need one of your short nighties. You can start right now
by getting out of those clothes."
Michelle opened her mouth to protest but one look at her
mother's face made it clear that it would be pointless. The
whole situation seemed unreal somehow. Michelle looked down to
see her trembling fingers undoing her blouse and it seemed as
though the fingers weren't even her own.
Susan was sorting through Michelle's lingerie drawer.
She knew exactly what she was looking for. Near the bottom of
the drawer she found it, a short satin nighty with thin straps
that would come down just far enough to cover Michelle's
bottom... temporarily. As Susan pulled the nighty out of the
jumble of underthings, something at the bottom of the drawer
went thump. Susan heard Michelle gasp at the sound and turned
towards her. Michelle's eyes were wide as she suddenly realized
where her mother was looking. Susan turned back to the drawer.
"No Mom, Please don't look in there." pleaded the young
girl. "You hush!" said Susan as she began emptying the contents
of the drawer onto the floor. Behind her, Susan heard a sob of
mortification. What, she wondered, could be so embarrassing? A
moment later she had her answer. As the last of the lingerie was
pulled out Susan's jaw literally hung open in surprise. At the
bottom of the drawer were several objects. Susan recognized them
all but had trouble absorbing the impact of what she was seeing.
A vibrator was over on the left. That wasn't so bad, though
Susan. After all, surely a sixteen year-old was masturbating by
now. The other objects were a little different.
Right in the middle was a set of nipple clips. They
looked to be of the simple variety, mused Susan. They were
rubber coated spring clips with a joining chain. Susan pulled
them up and realized that a longer third chain and clip was also
attached. Whew!, thought Susan, A clip for her clit too. Susan
dropped the chain. There were a couple of dildoes of varying
sizes, she noted. The double-ended dildo made her blink as she
tried to imagine Michelle and another girl... oh goodness! The
handcuffs were the least surprising and finally..., Susan
reached down and plucked the rectal plug out of the drawer and
turned to face Michelle.
Michelle was crying was crying. Tears of embarrassment
trickled down her face.
"I see you've been doing quite a bit of exploring", said
Susan. Michelle just hung her head. She had, by now stripped
down to her bra and panties.
"Off with the rest Michelle. I'm sure you've nothing to
shock me now." Susan was wrong.
With the rectal plug still in hand, Susan took a seat on
Michelle's straight-backed vanity chair as Micky reached behind
her back to unclip her bra.
Michelle's firm 34b breasts came into view and Susan
looked up to take in her daughter's body. Michelle was a long
lanky girl, just like her mother. Standing at 5'9" and weighing
in at 110 pounds she sported a firm runner's body. Her hair was
sun-bleached blond and wavy. Michelle now had it in a high
ponytail.
Her breasts reminded Susan of her own, firm, high-set
with wide areolae. Michelle's nipples were out of proportion to
her breasts. They were very, very thick and about 3/4 of an inch
long. They were bright pink unlike Susan's which had gotten
darker when she got pregnant. Like Susan's however, Michelle's
nipples were now crinkled as erect as they could be.
Michelle was hesitating, with her thumbs tucked into the
waistband of her panties.
"Michelle, I will not tolerate any more disobedience.
Now get those down!" warned Susan.
Michelle closed her eyes and pushed the tiny garment to
the floor. As she raised up she felt one of her hands naturally
rise to cover her breasts while the other made a vain attempt to
cover her pubis.
"Get those hands on top of your head young lady!" said
Susan in a firm voice.
Michelle did as she was asked, leaving her eyes staring
at the ceiling in embarrassment. Susan looked at her daughter in
total astonishment. Michelle's pubis was shaven clean. It looked
as smooth as when she was born. Susan rocked back in her chair
trying to absorb all the shocks she'd had in the last 30 minutes.
"Well, well young lady. So you like to experiment do
you? Well you're in for an awfully embarrassing time. Let me
tell you something about punishments that I learned a long time
ago. Half the punishment comes from the heat your bottom is
going to feel very shortly. The other half comes from the
embarrassment of the punishment and for my money, that lasts a
lot longer.
"Alright, in a few minutes, I'm going to bring you to
the garage and show you how to prepare for a punishment but
first I'm going to warm that naughty bottom of yours over my
knee. Get over here and over my lap right now."
The fight seemed to have gone out of Michelle as she
shuffled forward. Susan realized she still had the rectal plug
in her hand and slid it into the pocket of her skirt as Michelle
bent over her lap. Susan pulled her skirt up so Michelle was
lying over her bare thighs. It felt strange to feel Michelle's
bare tummy and breasts lying against her bare legs.
Susan shifted Michelle around until her bottom was
uppermost. Grasping around Michelle's waist with her left hand,
Susan rested her right on Michelle's bare, white bottom. Susan
smiled as she felt Michelle clench her bottom at the touch. She
remembered all too well just how vulnerable this position felt.
Still, there was one more touch to add.
"No, no, we'll have no clenching of these buttocks
during your spanking" said Susan as she patted Michelle's bottom
gently, "Point your toes and rest the top of your toes on the
carpet." Michelle did as she was told.
"Now turn your toes in."
With her toes turned inwards, Michelle found it
impossible to clench her bottom at all. How had her mother known
that this position would accomplish that?
"Now, do you know why you're being spanked Michelle?"
"Because I've been so easy" Susan's daughter answered.
"Yes, but this spanking is for keeping your behaviour
secret. Your punishment for your behaviour will be given in the
garage." Without further delay, Susan raised her hand and
brought it down sharply on the left buttock. Michelle gasped.
Working herself into a steady rhythm, it took only moments
before Michelle's pretty bottom was a deep pink and then a
blotchy red.
To Michelle's credit she didn't try to reach back. Her
head hung in shame, she realized she really deserved every bit
of this spanking. Tears rolled down her face but they were more
from the embarrassment than the stinging heat from her mother's
hand. As fast as it had started, it stopped. Michelle made to
get up but a slight push from her mother pushed her down again.
Michelle hung over her mother's thighs passively, waiting for
whatever might come next. Michelle felt something cool,
something smooth rubbing over her now hot bottom.
"Do you know what that is Michelle?" asked Susan.
"No" sniffed the young teen.
Susan turned the hairbrush over and ran the bristle side
gently across the red bottom.
"Oh Mom! Not with a brush!" pleaded Michelle.
"Relax, I'm not going to spank you with this brush" said
Susan. She felt Michelle's body go limp with relief.
"I'm going to have your father do it."
"Mom! No!" cried Michelle.
Susan pulled the young girl off her lap. Michelle's eyes
were wide as she begged her mother not to let her Daddy spank
her. Hadn't she been punished enough?
"Not by a long shot." said Susan quietly as she stood
up, "Put this nighty on." she instructed Michelle.
The nighty was both thin and short. Susan could clearly
see thee shape and size of not only Michelle's nipples but her
crinkled areolae as well. As expected, the hem of the garment
came down just to the crease of Michelle's bottom.
"Come along." said Susan as she lead her down the stairs
and into the garage via the kitchen door.
The garage floor was cool against Michelle's bare feet.
It made her feel even more naked. The garage was empty of cars
and the garage door was, mercifully, closed. Michelle's father
used this part of the house as his work area. Susan had Michelle
wait a moment while she moved their bicycles out of the corner.
"Over here Michelle."
Michelle shuffled forward.
"Go stand in that corner just like the naughty little
girl that you are." Michelle moved forward until she was about
two feet from the corner. "Closer" said Susan. Michelle shuffled
closer until her nose was about ten inches from the corner.
"Closer" said Susan again in a soft voice. Michelle whimpered
quietly as she moved right into the corner. She felt horribly
vulnerable. The cement cinderblocks of the garage walls
dominated her vision and her back and bottom felt completely
exposed. In a way, she realized, it was the same sensation as
whenever she got blindfolded. Remembering her blindfold and her
other sex games sent a rush to her pussy. In an instant she
could feel herself get wet.
As vulnerable as Michelle felt she was about to feel
more so. "Very good Michelle, that's exactly the spot you'll
wait in whenever you're getting a spanking from now on. There's
just one more thing. Reach down and lift your nighty."
Susan could see Michelle's hands tremble as they grasped
the hem of the silky garment and lifted it just above her
bottom. Susan could see the redness of her hand-spanking was
already fading. "No Michelle, that won't do. Lift that nighty
right up under your arms."
It took a moment of hesitation but Michelle's hand
pulled the white silk right up to her armpits baring her back,
her breasts and her hard nipples to the cool air of the garage.
"That's exactly right Michelle" said her mother, "From
now on, if your father or I tell you to go get ready for a
spanking, this is how I expect to find you waiting. Your nose
will be right in that corner, you'll be wearing only that exact
nighty on and you will be holding it up just like that. Now,
your father will be home in a half an hour so you have that long
to think about your behaviour."
Susan looked around the garage. The old sofa was in here
so Paul could use that. Perhaps she should bring in a
straight-backed chair from the kitchen. No, the perfect
furniture caught her eye, Paul's saw horses. They were the
age-old style and Susan remembered bending over one just like it
as a teen. All the camping equipment was in the garage and Susan
took down one of the sleeping bags as a padded cover. She folded
it and put it across one of the saw horses then moved the wooden
contraption to the center of the garage floor.
Susan headed for the kitchen, sliding her hands into her
pockets as she prepared to leave Michelle to wait for her
paddling. As her hands pushed down into her skirt pockets, her
right hand touched the rectal plug she had stowed there earlier.
Susan pulled the plastic object from her pocket and stared at it
thoughtfully. The plug was similar to those Susan had felt
invading her own anus. It was about four inches long and rounded
at the end. A large bulge at the three inch mark spread the
diameter of the plug from one inch to two. The neck of the plug
narrowed back to 3/4 of an inch before spreading to a 'T' shape.
Susan knew from experience that one the round bulge had passed
the sphincter, the anus would clamp down and squeeze the
narrower neck of the rigid object. Unable to push the bulge past
her sphincter muscles and unable to draw the object fully within
her rectum due to the 'T' base, the anus and rectum would be
under constant stimulation. Susan smiled. After all, the
punishment should fit the crime shouldn't it?
"Stay right there young lady. I'll be right back."
Michelle listened as the garage became quiet. Her bottom
was still warm but the stinging had gone away. The most present
sensation Michelle had were her nipples. They were so hard they
ached. Why did they always do that she wondered. Michelle leaned
forward a couple of inches and the tips of her turgid nipples
touched the cold, rough cement of the wall. Michelle gasped at
the sensation. She moved sideways an inch and felt the delicious
sensation of her nipples dragging across the hard concrete. It
was like scratching an awful itch but it made her want to have
more. Her hard sensitive nipples had gotton her into more
trouble than anything else. Reluctantly, she pulled back as the
sounds of her mother's footsteps came back into the garage.
"Come here Michelle" said Susan.
Michelle dropper her hands and turned around.
"Did I tell you to lower your hands?" asked her mother.
Michelle's eyes widened at the loud commanding voice and
before she could even think, her hands had yanked her nighty
back up over her breasts, leaving her once again exposed. Soon
she'd have to do this in front of her father, thought Michelle
and blushed scarlet at the thought.
Michelle saw her mother standing beside something
covered up by a sleeping bag, a sawhorse, she realized. Susan
motioned to Michelle to the side of the object.
"You'll be spanked bent over this" said Susan, "I want
you to bend over it now so you know what position to take and
also so I can finish preparing you for your punishment."
What did that mean, wondered Michelle as she bent over
the waist-high sawhorse.
The height was perfect, Susan realized. Michelle's hips
would rest right on the top.
"Spread your feet until they're on the outside of the
legs of the sawhorse" instructed Susan, "then reach forward to
hold the lower crossbar with your hands."
In this position Michelle was "completely" open. Her
bent-over posture had the nighty slip higher covering her head.
Now she couldn't see at all. She could just imagine the view
from behind her.
Susan was enjoying that view now. Michelle's body was
very stretched. The spread open, bent over position had her
buttocks spread naturally. Susan could clearly see the crinkled
pink opening of Michelle's anus and below that the bare, puffy
lips of her pussy. She's aroused, Susan realized as the moisture
on Michelle's shaved lips glistened in the light.
"Alright young lady. Since you like playing with toys so
much I'm going to leave you with one while you're being punished
so you won't have any trouble remembering why you're in that
position.
What was she going to do, wondered Michelle.
Susan pried open the lid of the jar of vaseline she had
fetched from the bathroom and dipped her finger deep into the
cool jelly. Michelle's bottom was fully spread open and Susan
knew she was nervous. As her finger approached she could see
Michelle's puckered anus clench and release as though knowing it
would soon be penetrated. Susan touched just the tip of her
finger to the center of the tight opening. Michelle gasped as
the cool slippery sensation of the vaseline-covered finger
touched her most intimate place. Her whole body seemed to tense
involuntarily.
"Don't move." warned Susan.
In one long, firm motion, Susan slid her finger deep
into Michelle's bottom. Pulling out with a twisting motion,
Susan pushed in again, thoroughly lubricating the teenage
rectum. Susan pulled her finger out and now dipped the tip of
the rectal plug in the clear petroleum gel. Susan put the
vaseline down and brought the tip of the plug to the now
glistening entrance to Michelle's anus.
So this is what it's like on the giving end, thought
Susan as she remembered for a moment the last time she had
waited for Peter to fill her own bottom with such a plug.
Michelle had been holding her breath as her mother
seemed to pause for a moment. Was that really her plug touching
her bottom, she wondered? She found out a moment later as the
plastic object was pushed into her right up to the wide bulge.
Michelle's breath went out in a loud whoosh.
Susan held the plug there for a moment. There had been
virtually no resistance to the plastic intruder and she was now
quite certain that this was not the first trip for this plug up
Michelle's rectal passage. Susan twisted the slippery plug
slowly through a quarter turn and watched Michelle's toes curl
in reaction. With a gentle push, Susan slid the plug in, letting
Michelle's anus contract over the narrower neck of the object.
Susan took a step back. Michelle hadn't moved. Her young
body was still stretched and spread over the padded sawhorse,
her pale bottom framed by the tan of her back and legs and
punctuated by the tip of the rectal plug poking out from the
center.
The sound of Peter's car pulling into the driveway
reached both Susan and Michelle's ears at the same time.
Michelle started and made to get up. It was automatic. Susan put
her hand at the small of Michelle's back.
"No, no, young lady," you'll stay just as you are until
you're told to move. Susan moved out of the garage and closed
the door behind her. Michelle choked back a sob of frustration.
She was thoroughly humiliated already and knew she'd be more so
as soon as her father saw her like this.
Susan met Peter at the door.
"Hi Honey, how as your day," he asked, giving Susan a
kiss on the cheek.
"It's been pretty eventful so far," she grinned. "Are
you ready for a shock?"
"What?" said Peter. The look on Susan's face told him
that whatever it is, it wasn't life threatening.
"Well, your daughter has gotten into a fair amount of
trouble and I've decided to handle it a little differently from
usual."
"Oh?" said Peter, raising one eyebrow.
"Follow me and no matter what you see, don't say
anything." Susan led her husband to the entrance of the garage.
As Peter followed Susan into the garage, it was all he
could do to keep from talking. Michelle had obediently
maintained her submissive stance. The view of Michelle in her
spread open, exposed position left nothing to the imagination.
In an instant, Peter saw Michelle's bare, hanging breasts, her
long erect nipples, her bare shaved?! pussy and the plug?! in
her bottom. Susan pulled Peter from the room just before he
began spluttering, asking all of his questions at once.
It took Susan another five minutes to describe the
events of the afternoon and at least four attempts to get across
that the rectal plug sticking from Michelle's bottom was, in
fact, her own and not from Peter and Susan's toy box. Finally,
when Susan brought Peter to Michelle's room and showed him
Michelle's toy collection, it started to sink in.
By the time Peter stepped back into the garage,
hairbrush in hand, Michelle had been waiting over ten minutes.
To her credit, she had waited obediently in the embarrassing,
submissive position with her bottom filled and exposed. She knew
that the sound of the door meant her punishment was close at
hand.
Peter tapped the flat of the hairbrush against
Michelle's bare bottom.
"So young lady, not only are you experimenting sexually
but you're being a sneak. Not communicating, lying to your
teachers, missing school. These are the things that have you
being punished today. Have you at least been practicing safe
sex?"
"Mostly" said Michelle in a tiny voice.
"That is completely unacceptable Michelle! If you are
going to play adult games, you need to take responsibility like
an adult. Since you haven't been able to do that, this seems to
be the only way to teach you to remember to be responsible."
Without further ado, Peter raised his hand and brought
the hairbrush down in a resounding smack on Michelle's left
buttock. Before the pain and heat even registered, the hairbrush
was making contact with the right buttock.
Peter beat out a rapid tatoo on Michelle's bare bottom,
rapidly turning it from pale white to hot pink. The tears
started almost immediately but Peter kept going until he knew
the punishment had gotten through. He paused for a few moments
to rest his arm and turned the brush over to rub the bristle
side across the hot bottom. The bristles against the
over-sensitized flesh felt like sharpened nails to Michelle. She
could feel the nerve endings in every inch of her bottom. The
heat seemed to start at the surface and move all through her
body. To her embarrassment, she was experiencing another kind of
heat. Just as when her boyfriend had played domination and
submission games, Michelle could feel the her nipples harden
still further and her bare pussy become squishy and wet.
Peter turned the brush over and tapped the smooth side
against the end of the plug sticking from the hot bottom.
Michelle gasped at each tap. The shock waves seemed to travel
right to her clit.
"Do you know why this is in you Michelle?" asked her
father. Without waiting for a response, he answered himself.
"It's to remind you that irresponsible sex play is not
acceptable. There are many worse punishments than just a
spanking and if you don't change your ways, you're liable to
find out about them. You might find not only your bottom spanked
but perhaps also right here, across your anus with a thin strap
or perhaps a spanking a little lower. Peter rubbed the bristle
side of the brush right up between Michelle's thighs, letting
the soft bristles rub along her bare pussy lips and clit. Some
of the bristles found their way between the engorged lips making
Michelle moan despite herself. Peter smiled. Like mother, like
daughter, he thought. Michelle's reaction to her punishment was
the same arousal Susan displayed whenever she was spanked and
teased.
"Alright, I'm going to finish your spanking now." said
Peter With his left hand at the small of her back, Peter resumed
spanking the already hot buttocks. Now virtually every smack
caused Michelle's hips to buck upwards. Peter slid his hand
lower, grasping the end of the rectal plug firmly as he
continued spanking.
For Michelle, the rush of sensations were like
information overload. The feelings in her pussy, her anus, deep
in her rectum, her breasts and nipples and, of course, her
bottom all seemed to crowd in at once she knew she was bucking
her hips higher and higher and that the rectal plug was jiggling
in her as her father held it firmly. She knew that her knees
were splayed wide showing her soaking pussy. It embarrassed her
but she couldn't help it. Her orgasm, when it came, was unlike
anything she'd ever experienced. She cried out again and again,
her cries of passion mingling with her cries from the spanking.
As she calmed a little, she realized the spanking had stopped.
Had her father noticed? Oh God, that would be the most
humiliating if he'd seen her cum.
Peter would have had to have been deaf dumb and blind to
miss Michelle's orgasm and he was not. Also, he had pretty much
expected it as that was about when Susan would have cum also.
Peter took Michelle by the arm and led her from the garage. The
thin, short nighty had long since fallen over Michelle's head
onto the floor, leaving her now completely naked. In a few
moments, Peter had put Michelle into the corner of the living
room with her red, bare bottom still on display and the rectal
plug still twitching between her buttocks from the spasms still
working through her body.
"You'll stay there until you're told to go dress." said
Peter, inflicting the final embarrassment on his daughter. "I
also want you to know that I agree with your mother and that if
you misbehave again, you can expect punishment just like this."
Peter turned to Susan, who had been standing watching
the whole time. Yes, the Carolson family was in for some big
changes!
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