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A Trip to the Woodshed

Story #70 in the Master Chris Collection

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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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