Daughter spanking stories


  • Daddy gives me a humiliating spanking [Incest] [Humiliation]
  • Mother Daughter Role Reversal Spanking Stories
  • Parent’s night – choose a story
  • Kylie's Nightmare Continues
  • The Secret (A Spanking Story)
  • Daughter Spanked by Father
  • Daddy gives me a humiliating spanking [Incest] [Humiliation]

    Living in a small town had its benefits, of course. No smog, no traffic, a comfortable cost of living, and a sense of community in which neighbors looked after one another. On the other hand, year-old Cynthia, often thought, this small town crap was just boring. Not that Cynthia was getting into trouble a lot. She was a well-bred colt, active in extracurricular activities and in church groups.

    She was also well behaved, in as much as Dad was a respectable businessman who actually had served on the City Council years ago and Mom stayed home to mind the kids while working occasionally as a legal administrative assistant. Basically, a normal kid going through the usual emotional turmoil befitting her age, plus a bit of pre-teen stupidity about which the psychology text books contained chapter after chapter. Mom was the disciplinarian in the household, on the few occasions when discipline was necessary.

    Her method was usually an icy glare, a few sharp words and, from time to time, a lengthy threat about the antique wooden hairbrush she used for keeping her own long black hair under control. Oh, there were a few spankings for Cindy and her younger brother, Eddie, along the way, but they were usually on-the-spot whacks to the seat of their pants that did more to injure their pride than their backsides. In that instance, she blamed Eddie, but Mom knew the little boy could not possibly have reached it.

    That experience was enough for Cynthia, and she never lied on purpose again, remembering very clearly how horrible it was to have Mom pull her jeans down and smack her panties hard for about 5 whole minutes, and right in front of Aunt Edna, too! But Cynthia threw a tantrum, refusing to go because she so badly wanted to watch the Simpsons instead. At first, she requested to be excused, then demanded that she not have to go, then started yelling and crying about what rotten parents she had.

    When Mom told her firmly that she was about to find out what rotten parents they were, Cindy finally gave up. All the way in the car she was sullen, and as dinner proceeded, she was still cranky and impertinent when spoken to.

    She was squirming in her chair, rocking back on it, playing with her food and taunting Eddie about what items on the menu really meant. While the family was waiting for the dessert menu, Cynthia started shooting little spitballs at Eddie, who ignored the teasing at first, then raised his hand toward her as a mock threat. Cynthia had not been watching him and was so surprised at the threat that she tipped over backwards in her chair in a clatter, causing the two elderly women behind her to spill coffee all over the table and some on themselves.

    Mom had enough, and swung into action. Cindy was spluttering. And I intend to put an end to it right now! In one motion, she sat down and pulled Cindy across her lap. Mom Nooo! The brush was only a small purse-size implement, with a short handle and a blue plastic back with a curve down the middle that arrayed the plastic bristles in a semicircle.

    Mother Daughter Role Reversal Spanking Stories

    He opened the large closet, and told her to look inside. You can either spend 15 hours in the darkness of this closet. She had never outgrown her fear of darkness, and always slept with a nightlight. The idea of being trapped in the dark, no way out, she felt the terror rising up.

    Oh god, please no, she had a feeling that she would go insane. Oh, and by present your ass, I mean your naked ass.

    You will get naked, and present your naked body for punishment. A little humiliation is needed along with the physical aspect. It had stung a bit, but looking at his face, as he reached into the closet, and drew out the instrument, made her mouth go dry. With his order, she guessed that her sister had been ordered to get her ass naked, since Daddy always spanked her in his room, behind the locked door.

    Just like she was about to get. She steeled herself for the whacking she was going to get, the choice between spanking, or locked in a pitch dark closet, there was no other choice. She hung her head, her face flame red with embarrassment, naked before her Daddy, and about to get spanked like a misbehaving child.

    Her Daddy took her, and led her to the center of the room, where a large hassock was located. She did so, her ass was now up-thrust, in position for punishment.

    She felt her wrists being cuffed to the hassock legs. Feel free to holler all you want my dear daughter. Brace yourself Sindra. Her Daddy had the hardest erection ever, whipping his daughters always made his cock swell.

    Daddy dropped his shorts, to let his cock grow unrestricted. Oh god, he was gonna explode. Her Daddy tossed the lash aside. He aimed his cock up as stream after stream gushed wildly, splattering all over those burning globes, more streams landing on her back. She hated that, she wanted his load emptied into her cunt, or her mouth, not messily splattered all over her skin. Her Daddy was firing off the biggest load of his life, and when his throbbing prick had finally spit his full load across her naked back and bare ass, ten hot streams now graced the backside of his daughter.

    As he felt the ebbing of his red hot lust, he grabbed a towel, and mopped up the cum, trying his best to not press down too hard on her ass cheeks.

    Parent’s night – choose a story

    A little humiliation is needed along with the physical aspect. It had stung a bit, but looking at his face, as he reached into the closet, and drew out the instrument, made her mouth go dry.

    With his order, she guessed that her sister had been ordered to get her ass naked, since Daddy always spanked her in his room, behind the locked door. Just like she was about to get. She steeled herself for the whacking she was going to get, the choice between spanking, or locked in a pitch dark closet, there was no other choice.

    She hung her head, her face flame red with embarrassment, naked before her Daddy, and about to get spanked like a misbehaving child. Her Daddy took her, and led her to the center of the room, where a large hassock was located. She did so, her ass was now up-thrust, in position for punishment. Then there was the time that his friend, TJ, had got the belt from his dad the previous night before.

    The reason that this was memorable was because TJ quite happily pulled his shorts down to show all of his friends what his bottom looked like as if it were some type of trophy.

    He had also seen another friend very briefly dance a merry tune as his dad swung the belt, but in that instance he was petrified and ran away as fast as he could after watching the thick leather belt land two times. The most memorable spanking that he was a witness to was one that was forever etched in his mind that had happened many years ago. Tim was with a group of friends when one of their gang, Micheal, gleefully joined them.

    The reason for his joy was quite apparent very quickly as he announced with a tremendous amount of satisfaction that Kimberly, his older sister, was going to get a spanking.

    Tim had a huge crush on Kimberly and as his friends started to leave he hung back slyly before slowly scooting off, his intended destination being the Smith household. It seemed like a no loss situation, he could amble around the property and if he was caught he had an easy out, he was just looking for his friend Michael. All he had expected was to hear the sounds of his crush getting a spanking, he had no idea at that time that where the spanking was due to take place was in the basement where the laundry machine was.

    He discovered that by listening to the scolding that was taking place and following the sound of the single voice that he could hear. When he arrived at the final location where the voice had led him to, his mouth flew wide open as he crouched down and realized that one of the small windows to the basement would allow him a birds eye view to the scene that was just about to commence.

    He kneeled there peeking in through the edge of the window as the battle of the loose hand commenced. What happened next is something that Tim will never forget. He could not forget Kimberly frantic attempts to avoid the smack of the brush as her legs kicked wildly and her pleas of forgiveness got louder by the second.

    His eyes transfixed on the thin nylon rippling at every smack that the brush landed upon them, and how her frantic gyrations would cause those panties to ride up and up until the hard backed brush was striking nothing but bare skin as the spanking progressed, repeating the same pattern of covering every inch of the scarlet bottom several times over before all was said and done.

    The very instant that the brush lazarus musical bootleg descending on the well spanked fanny, and a tearful Kimberly started to stand up, Tim scarpered like Carl Lewis out of fear that one of them would look up and catch him spying on the spanking. When Tim overheard his girlfriend being spanked it was the image of this particular spanking that kept running through his mind as he tried to picture Elaine getting spanked.

    Man, he remembered every time he ran into Kimberly from that day forward whenever he was with Michael, he could barely look her in the eye. However, whenever she left them alone his eyes were transfixed and never left the bottom that he had watched getting a spanking.

    It was perhaps his best day ever when Kimberly left for college, he no longer had to blush at the mere sight of her. He was sheltered in his life from spankings, but the sight of Kimberly getting spanked and the sound of Lainey getting spanked were two events that he could quite happily relive in his mind until the cows came home.

    Everyone was at church two days after the event in their Sunday best, once the service was over it was time for the families to socialize and catch up with one another. Tim stood close by his parents and their time at the post service gathering was going to be very short, perhaps only ten minutes had passed before they were all in the family car heading home.

    Kylie's Nightmare Continues

    As the church service attendees milled around talking to one another, Elaine and Brittney pulled off one of their best stealth modes as they expertly inched their way step by step closer to each other. Like skilled tacticians they had soon maneuvered themselves from a small gathering into a place where there was just the two of them. They talked as quietly as they could and Brittney tried to offer up some comfort to her friend. While Elaine had no intentions of passing the buck for her own lack of responsibilities, she did make it known in a backhanded manner that she did have some displeasure with her friend.

    Brittney looked like she had been stabbed with a needle. The first port of call would be for Tim to pick up Bri, and then the two of them could drive over to pick up Lainey before the three of them headed to the mall. Later that afternoon they would all meet up with other friends for an impromptu picnic in the park. Lainey smiled as she was delighted to have something to look forward to, but the little devil inside of her still wanted to pass some of the blame onto her friend for her current predicament.

    So before they broke up she teased Bri. If looks could kill. Not just because of what had transpired, but also because it was going to be an awfully long ten days not speaking with the person who she normally spoke with several times a week. However, the elephant in the room still took over her thoughts, much to her despair.

    The Secret (A Spanking Story)

    She even went one step further by admitting to herself that she probably deserved a spanking anyway for the small part that she had in Elaine being grounded in the first place.

    Brittney quickly shook her head, trying to erase the foolish thoughts that were swimming around in her mind. The same vision was sure to appear several times over the coming week. Day after day had passed and Bri desperately wanted to speak with Lainey. That question was burning Brittney up.

    The funny part was though, Brittney acted as if she had no say in the matter. After all, she was an adult and she could flat out say no and move on if she wanted to. Elaine had virtually forgotten all about that playful conversation until the Thursday that she was no longer grounded when she went downstairs for breakfast, two days before the Saturday in question. Elaine reached the kitchen and kissed her mom on the cheek as her mom stirred the scrambled eggs. As she headed to the table Mrs.

    Ferris said to her daughter that Brittney had called several times that morning already and that she wanted Elaine to call her back. We went to a different one. Then she noticed the look her mother was directing at her and re-composed her expression accordingly.

    Or if you do, you are very foolish. Bernard has paid for you to have an excellent education and you had a very nice time at boarding school. If you want to socialise in the highest circles you need to have gone to the right school. His father is a politician who might be made a Cabinet Minister soon. I had to put up with a couple of snide remarks even after he was knighted. About how broad-minded it was of the government. And Bernard is very generous to you. So you always say. The trouble is, you are besotted with Bernard.

    I love him but I am not besotted.

    Daughter Spanked by Father

    I hardly know him. Despite their last exchange, it was not an uncomfortable silence. Their conversation had produced a greater understanding and sympathy between them. On previous occasions she had always worn a pair of her regulation boarding school pyjamas. They never came out of the drawer otherwise, when she was at home.

    Her shorty pyjamas were quite different. Not only would her legs be bare, there would be a couple of inches of bare midriff on show as well. This time, it sounded as though she was counting her points off on her fingers, although she did not actually do so.

    So why not give him a treat?


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