Getting the Belt

[LEK]

Believe it or not, I had a few moments yesterday and picked back up on
a story I had started a couple of years ago. It's actually a story
about me... getting the belt. Now that never actually happened to me
(thankfully) so it's just a fictional story derived from a real-life
situation where I suppose it "could have" happened. I simply used my
imagination as to what I think it may have been like based on what I
remember of hearing my older siblings get it from my dad, and also
from what I have heard of other people's experiences in corresponding
with them. I suppose I could go a little further with this story, but
not sure if I'm ever going to, especially being that I never have much
time anymore. It is written in the third person point of view. I'm not
really sure why I wrote it that way, but that's how I did it.
Anyways... it kind of felt good to be wrting a little bit again.
Hopefully I'll have a little more inspiration to do so again in the
near future. As usual, thoughts and comments are welcome. And as
always... please do not share this story beyond this group!

Thank you... and enjoy (or not)!
~ Lisa ;-)


"Getting the Belt"

Lisa and her younger sister Diane never seemed to get along while
growing up. With about three years between them, the two girls had to
share a room until their older sister, Elaine, went away to college
after graduating from high school. Perhaps living in the same room for
several years increased the friction between the two youngest Bradford
sisters, but even after Elaine was out of the house and Diane had
moved into her room, they still had more than their share of moments
when they were at each others’ throats.

Of course in any family it was typical for brothers and sisters to
squabble, and all four Bradford kids were no exception. They all
fought with each other from time to time, but with Diane and Lisa, it
just seemed to be much worse. There were more than enough times when
their mom and dad had to step in and sometimes one or the other, if
not both girls were punished due to their excessive fighting.

Spanking was used sparingly in the Bradford household, but none of the
kids were exempt from it. It was certainly used more on Elaine and
David in their younger days, but Lisa and Diane occasionally found
themselves with a sore bottom too, although Diane was spanked even far
less than Lisa. Neither of them, however, ever received a spanking
from their father, unlike Elaine and Dave who both had felt his belt
on a few occasions while their parents were still married. All four of
them, nonetheless, had been victimized by their mother’s heavy wooden
spoon at least a time or two. While their mom was usually more bark
than bite, when necessary she could certainly make any one of her kids
quite sorry for misbehaving and they all knew that, either from first-
hand experience, or by hearing one of their siblings being punished.

As Lisa and Diane grew older, their fighting didn’t stop. In fact when
Lisa was 17, Diane became very jealous of her. At that time, Lisa was
a senior in high school and Diane a freshman. If they saw each other
at school, they barely spoke and when they did actually speak to each
other it was seldom very friendly. The truth of the matter was though,
that Diane’s jealousy towards her sister caused most of the problems
and Lisa had had just about enough of it and sooner or later something
would have to give.

Unfortunately, that day came too soon for Lisa. While both girls were
quite attractive, Lisa seemed to be the more popular of the two, most
likely because she was older. Well because she always craved
attention, Diane didn’t like it one bit that Lisa was more admired,
especially by the boys. So one day when Lisa had received a visit from
a boy that Diane had feelings for, the proverbial s**t hit the fan.
Apparently this boy had feelings for Lisa; although the feeling wasn’t
mutual… she didn’t really care for him at all. At the same time
however, Lisa had no idea that Diane liked him.

So while Lisa spoke to this boy, Diane joined right in going out of
her way with trying to be noticed and this actually didn’t bother Lisa
one bit. In fact she had plans to go out with some friends so she
eventually excused herself and went upstairs to change clothes to get
ready and left him there with her younger sister truly hoping that
they might hit it off. Being that he wasn't interested at all in
Diane, he only stayed there with her for a few minutes and as soon as
he was gone, Diane immediately ran up the stairs screaming at Lisa.

While Lisa was getting dressed, Diane burst into her room and started
giving her the third degree about always trying to steal her
boyfriends. This only infuriated Lisa and it soon became a very loud
shouting match which involved some nasty name calling. After a few
minutes of going back and forth Diane made the mistake of calling Lisa
a “SLUT” and with that Lisa reacted without even thinking. She was
holding a wire clothes hanger in her hand and she instinctively swung
it at Diane striking her in the corner of her eye. It wasn’t a pretty
sight.

As Diane held onto her eye she started crying and screaming bloody
murder. Lisa immediately felt terrible for hitting her sister like
that and even though she was still quite upset, she tried to help her
right away. Luckily the hanger only cut the outer part of Diane’s eye,
but they knew that if it would have hit another fraction of an inch
higher, it could have been much, much worse and she could have even
lost her eye.

Needless to say, Mrs. Bradford had heard all the commotion and came
running into Lisa’s room to see what was going on. Well guess who got
in more trouble? Lisa of course and maybe rightfully so, but as usual
nothing was said to Diane. Lisa was immediately grounded and sentenced
to her room while their mother took Diane downstairs to put some ice
on her eye and make sure she was okay. Fortunately she was.

Lisa still felt very bad for hitting her sister like that, but at the
same time she was still quite angry. Her mom came up later and gave
her a long and loud lecture about what could have happened never even
giving Lisa a chance to state her side of the story. Nonetheless, her
plans of going out were canceled and she spent the rest of the night
in her room bored to death. All she could do for the remainder of the
night was read as there wasn’t even a TV in her room.

The next morning, Lisa was awakened by her dad. While she was
surprised and happy to see him at first, that all soon changed when
she found out why he was there. Mr. Bradford had moved away after he
and the girls’ mother were divorced a few years earlier, but their mom
had called him the night before to let him know what happened between
their two youngest daughters. Needless to say, he wasn’t too happy
about the whole situation and decided to pay an unexpected visit.

Just like her mother, Mr. Bradford didn’t want to hear any of Lisa’s
excuses as to why she hit Diane with the hanger either. He simply
wasn’t very happy with his daughter and he let her know it. Lisa felt
very ashamed of herself as he lectured her even though she knew Diane
had a small part in it as well.

Once the talking was all said and done, Lisa was astonished when her
dad unbuckled his belt and pulled it from his jeans while ordering her
to lay face down on her bed. Being that she was always afraid of her
dad, he only had to repeat himself once in a louder tone before she
quickly did as she was told. She was scared to death however, and
couldn’t believe what was happening.

With the buckle jingling and tears already in her eyes, Lisa peered
back over her shoulder and watched her father’s every move as he held
onto the folded thick leather strap in one hand while he grabbed the
pillows of her bed with the other. He handed the pillows to her one at
a time telling her to put one under her hips and to hug the other.

She was about to receive the punishment she had feared all her life.
Several years before that while her dad had lived at home she had
heard Dave and Elaine get it on a few occasions, and listening to them
squeal and holler from it was as frightening as anything. At least it
was until that moment, which now seemed much worse knowing she was the
one going to get it, and what was even worse yet was that it was about
to happen at her age.

Lisa’s body quivered as her dad stretched the belt to fold it evenly
with his large hands as he prepared to chastise his teenaged daughter.
“No daddy, please don’t!” she begged of him through her tears as she
trembled.

“You just keep your little ass in the air and don’t move until I say
otherwise,” Lisa’s father instructed loudly.

He had his daughter so nervous and scared that she could do nothing
more than shudder and comply. Her bottom cheeks clenched under her
silk pajama shorts and the rest of her body tensed as her dad ordered
her to hold still. The tears were already flowing steadily as she
hugged a pillow tightly under her chin, while her bottom protruded
towards the ceiling in a predicament she had forever feared.

Then in a quick instant there was a quick swish followed by a loud
“SNAP!” that caused Lisa to gasp before squealing out in agony. The
thick leather strap bit deeply and it easily penetrated through the
girl’s thin pajama shorts and cotton panties. It all happened so fast
that she never even saw it coming, but there was no doubt she felt the
full effect of that belt. It felt even worse than she imagined.

Although Mr. Bradford never really doled out this sort of punishment
very often, it sure seemed like he did to Lisa. Before the first
stinging swat had fully set in, the second one connected at full force
giving off another loud “WHACK!” as Lisa fussed and squirmed while
squeezing the stuffing out of the pillow she was holding onto with all
her might.

The sting in Lisa’s tail was increasing immensely causing her to
involuntarily turn over on her bed just as her dad quickly laid on
another devastating lash with his belt. Lisa screamed even louder as
the leather slightly missed its intended target and struck the side of
her hip with the folded tip connecting with bare skin just below her
shorts on the opposite leg. This really caused Lisa to scream and kick
like a little girl. She immediately turned fully onto her side with
her butt facing away from her dad. Her hand reached back to rub where
the tip of the belt had just made its mark on the back of her upper
leg.

Lisa was now completely bawling and not much shy of begging for mercy.
Her dad reached down and pulled her hands away. “See! I told ya to
hold still! You’re only gonna make it worse if you keep moving like
that,” he told her sternly. “Now get back on your stomach and keep
your ass up!”

“Daddy! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeasseeeee! It hurts!” Lisa protested as she
resisted her dad’s efforts to get her back into position.

Without even thinking about it, Mr. Bradford snapped the belt against
Lisa’s bare leg and also caught part of her hand that was trying to
protect herself. He didn’t do it with full force, but he did it hard
enough to get her attention and to make his point. “You better turn
over, move your hands and hold still, unless you want more of that” he
told her trying to keep his patience.

“Owwwwww!” Lisa yelled and moved her hand immediately, but she still
struggled to turn back onto her belly over the pillow.

Mr. Bradford wasn’t going to put up with much more of that, so he
quickly grabbed Lisa firmly by the leg and arm and forced her back
over the pillow that was under her hips. His daughter did her best to
continue to resist and for being a petite girl she was actually a lot
to handle, but all in all he was much too strong for her regardless.

Once he had Lisa belly down he took hold of both of her hands and
pinned them tightly to the small of her back with his left hand and
forcefully held her there on her bed. She tried to escape his grip,
but to no avail as he simply over powered her and held her in place.

In no time he resumed spanking Lisa’s round 17 year old bottom with
his folded belt as he continued to hold her down with his left hand.
With each stroke, Lisa squealed and hollered at the top of her lungs
as she tried to squirm free, but simply couldn’t. Her head bobbed and
legs kicked wildly, but Mr. Bradford was still able to land a good
four or five solid lashes before he paused to adjust the grip on his
daughter.

The pain Lisa was now suffering was unlike anything she had ever
experienced before. A spoon spanking from her mom wasn’t even close.
When she noticed her dad had stopped for the moment, she let her body
relax, but she soon realized her father wasn’t quite done yet as he
only bettered her position on the bed again then tightened his grip on
her hands once more.

“I told you to hold still!” he shouted. “We’d be done by now, but you
wanted to do it the hard way.”

“Noooooo daddy, pleeeeeeeeasssse no mooooore! I’m sorrrryyyyy…. It
really hurtsssssssssss!” Lisa protested in full distress.

Mr. Bradford simply ignored his daughter’s pleas and pushed down
harder to keep her in place before going back to work on her bottom
with the belt. He gave her another half-dozen stinging blows which
simply devastated her poor little backside. Occasionally the end of
the folded strap would wrap around her right bottom cheek and connect
with the side of her hip making the reprimand all the more painful.

Unable to move, Lisa gasped as the belt did its damage. Her shrieks
were barely audible as her face was then buried into the pillow
beneath her chin and when she did raise her head away from the pillow,
all she could do was pant. Her entire derriere just burned and burned
beyond her wildest dreams. Her punishment was now over, but she hadn’t
even noticed yet as she continued to cry hard into the pillow, which
was now well soaked with tears.

Lisa’s dad put his belt back on as he watched her lay there and cry.
He was exasperated himself, caught up with emotion; the anger quickly
turning to sympathy at that point seeing his daughter’s body shudder
as she sobbed desperately into that pillow.

“You just think about that and what you could have done to your
sister,” he said to Lisa trying to remain firm as he gently stroked
the back of her long blonde hair with his hand a few times before
leaning over and kissing the back of her head. “I’m sorry I had to do
that sweetie,” he told her softly with her barely able to hear his
words. I’ll talk to you later.” With that he left his daughter to cry
in her room alone knowing that it would take some time for the severe
discomfort in her posterior to subside.

... The End (for now)

[Christian]

Your lucky that didn't happen! Good story!

Christian

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[Woody]

Great story. Sore bottom to pay for sore face!!

[Sugarbabe]

YUM!

Lisa I love your stories more than chocolate ice cream!

THANKS!

Lilly