Sentenced To A Bruised Bottom
Christian
Here’s another story with multiple parts. And if I hear ANY whining for the next part, I wont post it until next YEAR! :)
That could happen anyway. It took way too much research to create this one. Christian was born no where near the sixties and had no idea what terms like “flip her wig” or “boss” or even “square” meant prior to doing research.
No whining! I mean it! Do you want me to pull this car over and spank you right here?
Christian
Sentenced To A Bruised Bottom
When I was fifteen I moved from Texas to California. I always thought California was really liberal and all the people there would be really lenient with their kids. While I was in Texas I made several girl friends that often talked about their daddies spanking them. Especially when we were younger. I thought I would never hear those kinds of stories again when we moved. Boy was I wrong about that! Of course it was the sixties, and things were different then. There were none of these girlies showing their tiny underwear above their jeans nonsense. Why, if I would have done that, (either wearing jeans, OR the visible underwear) I imagine my parents would have finally broken down and spanked me, but good!
In Texas spanking as a punishment was the norm, and I pretty much thought mom and dad would spank me eventually if I messed up. They never did, and I sort of felt left out when the other girls talked about it. I know, weird right?
So I was really surprised when this one girl I met in California talked about this one thing her mom did. Her name was Jessica, and we eventually got close enough at school to be real friends (and later on, more than just friends, but that is another story). We were playing truth or dare this one night when I was spending the night at her house. We had already run through all the usual things like, “have you kissed a boy?” and stuff like that. And the dares were getting pretty steamy. We had done some kissing and petting of one another and it was pretty clear this girl was into me. I liked her, and I thought she was pretty and all, but it kind of scared me and excited me at the same time, you know? I sure didn’t want my mom or especially my dad finding out about my sexual experimentation. Thank god they never did!
So I was pretty excited about all the forbidden stuff we were doing, when the truth questions took a turn that made me really excited! I don’t know why it happened but when kids used to say all that stuff about getting a spanking at home and would describe it, I always got excited in my tummy when I was little. Now I of course know that I was having a sexual reaction to it.
Anyway Jessica was the one to bring it up (I never could have done it myself because I was too embarrassed). When I picked ‘truth’, I sure didn’t expect it to turn into my favorite subject that always made me so excited!
“When was the last time you got spanked?” she asked me breathlessly. “And you have to describe every detail!” She laughed as she said it.
I watched as she leaned forward and rested her hand on her elbow as we lay side by side on her bedroom floor, both of us only in stockings, panty girdles, suspender belts and bras. I was jealous of her black underwear, but my mom wouldn’t allow me to wear black underwear. She was clearly waiting for all the juicy details. I admit, I almost decided to resort to the biggest whopper of a lie ever and make up an entire story just to impress her. But in the end I just told the truth.
“My parents don’t spank me.”
“Oh you candyass! Hell, I get spanked all the time!” She laughed and punched me on the shoulder. I felt even more embarrassed and left out than ever before! But at fifteen I thought Jessica was a little old for that! But I sure wanted to know more.
The game progressed and finally she requested ‘truth’. The moment I had been waiting for.
“Okay, same question you asked me,” I held my breath in the moment before asking, building the tension. “When was the last time you got spanked, and give the details.” I smiled as she moaned.
She sighed but then began the tale in earnest. I was on edge as I listened and stored away every single detail of what she told me.
“Okay… The last time I got spanked was four days ago. But it all started two weeks ago, and I blame Jimmy Benson. He is really boss and all, but he made me late for my curfew and mom really flipped her wig! She is such a square! It’s not like she was never late home! Anyway, she is like the judge jury and executioner when it comes to me, and dad is all that for my brother, Billy,” she sighed and I could tell she was really embarrassed, but she didn’t want to be a cheat on our game so she went on and gave every single detail.
“I came home over an hour late. I didn’t expect her to be up, but she was and came out on the porch and grabbed me inside before I even got to kiss him goodnight,” She sighed as she went on. “She just dragged me upstairs and into my room. She lectured me forever and when she was done, she told me she would ‘deal with me’ in the morning.”
I could see her face coloring more and more as the story went on. As for me I was already absorbed in every detail and almost breathless with excitement.
“So the next morning at breakfast, right in front of Daddy and Billy she passed her judgment. She said I was ‘sentenced to a bruised bottom for three weeks straight’. I was surprised at it being so harsh…”
I interrupted, “Wait, what do you mean a bruised bottom for three weeks?” I asked.
“Well whenever Billy or I am really bad, we get bruised bottoms for a time. Usually it’s a week, which is bad enough, sometimes it’s two if it’s really bad. But three weeks is a really long time! When it’s me, she spanks me really hard, until I am bruised. Then every single day before breakfast, I have to show her my bare bottom to make sure it is still bruised. The minute it is no longer showing signs of bruising, I get another spanking until it is good and bruised again! It’s horrible, but that is the way it works in our family.” She was clearly embarrassed now, and I could see she was on the verge of tears just talking about it! I leaned over and put my arm around her comfortingly, and then she really did start to sob softly on my shoulder.
“The worse thing is… I heal up a lot faster than my brother. It’s not fair! I get spanked twice as much as he does!” She wailed.
“Wow! That’s horrible. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. I always deserve it. It’s just hard to handle.” She wiped her tears away and pulled away from me to continue her story. But before she could continue something occurred to me and I interrupted.
“Wait! You said you were sentenced to three weeks. And you said it started two weeks ago… So you are still on punishment right now?” I asked incredulously.
“Yes. So what?”
“Well… I don’t know. So… Tomorrow you will have to show your mom your bottom again?” I asked.
“First thing in the morning. So?” She raised her eyebrows and leaned her head against her canopy bed to look at me seriously.
“So it’s possible you could get a spanking tomorrow? While I am here?”
She frowned but said “Sure it’s possible. But I still have a little bruise so I don’t think so.”
“Could I…” It was my turn to color in embarrassment, but luckily she read my mind and I didn’t have to ask. Jessica leaned over and wriggled down her tight panty girdle. It took a few moments to get them down far enough to view her bottom, but sure enough there was a small slight bruise down low on her right thigh It was fading into a yellowish green, but it was still clear. She was not the least bit shy about her body, and I felt the stirrings of real pleasure at viewing her naked curves. She was truly a lovely girl!
“Hmmm… Well it’s not much, but I suppose you are safe tomorrow.” I said, but then couldn’t resist slapping her bare bottom. She squealed and a slight pillow fight ensued.
In the middle of our fight, her mom walked in and asked if we wanted popcorn. I was a little embarrassed to be viewed by her mother in only my underwear, but Jessica showed not the slightest concern as she nodded and said to her mom, “yes please, thank you.”
I had a hard time imagining her sweet mom spanking her to a bruised bottom. I imagined the logistics of it. Did she make her bend over, or did she make her get across her knee like my friends back in Texas? Did she use the belt like so many of my friends complained about?
We ate our popcorn out of the jiffy pop package as we giggled and gossiped about various things.
We finally settled under her downy covers in her bed side by side. The intent was to finally go to sleep (it was nearly eleven o’clock by then). But I could feel her breathing beside me and I finally rolled over.
“If you do get spanked, would your mom let me watch?” I whispered.
“Why? Do you want to watch me get a spanking? You pervert!” She laughed and slapped my arm playfully. “Well actually… I doubt it, but your really curious about spanking aren’t you?”
I blushed again, but admitted I was very interested.
“I guess you would be, since you haven’t ever been spanked…. Well, I could ask mom if she would let you watch me get spanked if you want.”
I was silent for a moment as I tried to overcome my shame even for a moment. I finally blurted something out. “Sure,” it came out as almost just a whisper, but she heard me all the same.
“Okay, I’ll ask her. But only if she is going to spank me anyway! You pervert!” She slapped my arm again playfully. But I blushed hotly. She clearly knew what excited me now! “I’m not about to invite a spanking just so you can watch!”
I laughed, “Why not? It’s pretty clear you are going to get spanked at least one more time before the end of your sentence anyway.” I raised my eyebrows seriously, but really she saw through my teasing and punched me in the arm again.
“Well I hope not… Mom’s bath brush really hurts!” I could just make out her serious expression in the dark.
I honestly didn’t have any idea what a bath brush even was! Much less that it might serve as a spanking implement. I was pretty naïve even at fifteen. But I fell asleep imagining how Jessica might look getting spanked. I imagined her soft feminine curves bending over her sweet seeming mom’s lap. Not having an idea what a bath brush was, I imagined a LARGE hairbrush. Even though that was close, my imagined bath brush was impossibly large! Soon I fell into a dream state with these images dancing before my eyes. I imagined jiggling female flesh bouncing redder and redder and girlish squealing. And then the dreams turned into much more intimate things. Things that make me blush still.
If I only knew that the next morning I was going to see for the first time a bare bottom spanking, I probably never would have went to sleep!
End Part One
Woody
If I only knew that the next morning I was going to see for the first time a bare bottom spanking, I probably never would have went to sleep!
Sugarbabe
Christian wrote:
"It took way too much research to create this one.
Christian was born no where near the sixties and had no idea what
terms
like “flip her wig” or “boss” or even “square” meant prior to doing
research."
C'MON!!! Since you are so YOUNG as to need an interpreter for things
I STILL SAY TODAY maybe you need
a good spanking for using language too old for you, Mister.
Sheesh...Sugar getting all "Mom-ish". Whoduthunkit?
AND second of all, you said, And if I hear ANY whining for the
anyway."
***Quickly joins in with Woody***
We want more story
We want more story
perhaps a bit too susceptible to peer pressure
Christian
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Okay, finally I have the next part completed and edited and researched and written and… Phew! I’m exhausted! Never again with this historical non-sense lol. Next time I’ll just interview one of the er… “older folks” from around these parts. Like Lilly, for example lol.
Enjoy!
Regards,
ChristianSentenced To A Bruised Bottom Part Two
“Alright, get up sleepy heads.”
I heard Jessica’s mom, Joan, say as she peeked into Jessica’s room to see us both still sleeping. I rolled over to see if Jessica was awake after she left, and was again amazed at how very pretty she was. She moved around slowly under the covers so I reached over and tickled her until she was squealing and squirming so bad she fell out of the bed dragging the covers with her. We both laughed at her clumsiness. She lay on her tummy overcome with laughing, revealing to me her panty clad rump and the soft downy hairs on her back leading down to her butt. Her soft skin, softly tanned was luxuriously smooth enough to make me jealous!
I had seen her naked bottom the night before, but I really wanted to see between her legs! I guess I should admit I am gay. Or at least that I like boys and girls, but its hard I guess. It took me a long time to admit that to myself, and back then I only thought of it as a part of the sexual revolution. I’m still not too sure about it even at my age even though I have had two female lovers. Mostly I have had a lot of guys though, so I guess that is okay. For now I just like to think that girls are aesthetically prettier. I don’t know…. What I do know is I really like looking at a pretty girl. And Jessica? Well she was very pretty! She was so pretty I hated to look at her and feel so jealous as I did. But at the same time I couldn’t help it! I guess if I were honest, I would admit I sort of loved her right away. She was just so lovely and innocent seeming, and so forth coming with the details of spanking and such. She liked to tease and touch, but in the end, I realized she wasn’t really as in to me as I was in to her. Sad that I never got a chance to spank her myself, but at least I got plenty of masturbation material off of the fanny roast she got just the same.
We had planned on going to the fabric store together that day to look for a new dress pattern, since I had promised her I would make her a dress if she bought all the stuff. So we slowly got dressed for the day in our skirts and blouses. Jessica changed her panties right in front of me too! I got a good view of her thick black bush too, but just for a second. That’s another thing that has changed these days. It seems all the girlies shave or trim their bushes to practically nothing, but back them we let them grow wild. Honestly I like to look at a girl with a lot of hair down there. I probably picked that up from looking at how beautiful Jessica was though. I think I got a lot of my little fetishes from Jessica that day actually.
But I got an eyeful of her pulling up her sheer pink panties over that thick black bush. Nice!
Anyway, I remember every detail of that day like it just happened yesterday, so I can tell you just about everything. She had on a red skirt with a pink lace ruffle and a pink blouse with white flowers on it. She put a pink satin scarf in her long black hair to hold it back, and then finished it off with some simple white canvas shoes. I especially liked the shoes, but my mom only bought me saddle shoes. As she finished up getting ready I could tell she was getting a little nervous about possibly getting a spanking soon, and I didn’t really help the situation by my teasing.
“What’s a matter Jessica? Afraid of a little ol’ spanking? Haha!” I laughed and slapped her on the back as she sat at her vanity.
She just looked at me soberly, “Yes, I am afraid of getting a spanking. You would be too.”
I felt really bad so I immediately apologized, “Hey, I’m sorry. I was just teasing you. I know I would be too.” I valued Jessica’s friendship more than anything, and I didn’t want to mess that up.
Thankfully she let it drop and we finished getting ready. I kept an eye on her though and I could clearly tell she was pretty upset and almost crying at one point. I guessed that her mom’s spankings were pretty serious. I comforted her as we made our way downstairs. Her dad, brother and mom were all in the kitchen.
Her mom was finishing making breakfast and we just sat at the table with her dad and brother. Her dad said “good morning” gruffly, and we both gave a polite reply. It was pretty quiet for a few minutes while her mom finished breakfast. We sat together at the kitchen table and ate pancakes and talked and joked just like normal. Even Jessica seemed relaxed and jovial, which was a complete turn around from how nervous she had been before breakfast.
Just as she was about to complete breakfast Joan called Jessica over and told her to turn around and drop her panties so she could see her bottom.
As open as she had been with her body the night before, she flushed visibly and even asked if she “had to” in front of me! I was a little surprised at her sudden shyness, and I never heard what Joan said, but just like that, Jessica dropped the shyness and dropped her Panties all the way to her ankles and bent over and flipped her skirt up like it was no big deal at all! Here she was naked from the waist down, hands on her knees with her mom inspecting her bottom, and you know what she does? She gave me a smile and wink! I swear to god! I almost broke out laughing because it was so ridiculous! But I didn’t get a chance because by then her mom made her pronouncement.
“Well, I don’t know Jessica. It looks like you are due for another dose.”
“Oh mom…. Are you sure? I’m supposed to go to the fabric store with Amanda in a little while!” Jessica begged.
Her mom flipped Jessica’s skirt back down and nodded her head grimly. “Yes I’m sure young lady. And me polishing your bottom isn’t going to stop you girls from going to the store. Amanda, can you wait in Jessica’s room after breakfast while I give her bare bottom a spanking?”
Before I could answer, Jessica chimed in as she hastily pulled her panties up. “It’s okay mom. Amanda doesn’t get spanked, and she is wondering what they are like. Can she watch?”
Joan seemed surprised, but then seemed to seriously consider it for a moment. She finally relented and allowed that I could watch the proceedings. “Well, okay, I suppose. After we eat, take your friend with you to my room and get ready. I’ll be in to give your bottom a little tune up as soon as I get done putting the roast in the oven, and clean up the kitchen.”
“Thanks mom,” Jessica replied.
Meanwhile Billy was smirking at our little conversation, and chimed in, “Gee, can I watch too Jess?”. Jessica just stuck her tongue out at him in answer. Her dad also seemed a little surprised and almost seemed to be on the verge of smiling himself, though he kept his cool demeanor and went back to reading his paper. It seemed to me like this was really an every day thing in their household, and I really felt like an outsider intruding, but Jessica seemed to take it all in stride and made me feel really welcome about it.
After breakfast, she took my hand to lead me into her parent’s room. I was in love with the soft feeling of her hand in mine, so soft and smooth. Just a while before, my heart had been beating in my throat at the tension in the kitchen, but as she led me down the hall hand in hand all I felt was her hand in mine warm and soft. But as we got into the unfamiliar territory of her parents room I felt all the tension and anxiety back like a tidal wave. I was amazed at how relaxed Jessica seemed to be about it. Like it was an everyday thing to be spanked. I guess it was for her, but for me I had no clue what to expect!
Her parent’s room was dark because they had an American flag hanging over the window. And it smelled funny. Even years later, I’m pretty sure her parents smoked marijuana. Not that I have smoked it a lot. Just twice, but I know that smell every time brings back vivid memories of Jessica being spanked! I don’t like to smoke marijuana, but I sure love to smell it! It’s kind of ironic because a few years after this incident, Jessica and I both got caught smoking it. I got grounded forever, but Jessica, she got a spanking of course. It was “The spanking of her life” according to her. I thought it was pretty hypocritical that she got spanked over it in the first place, but I was mostly concerned I didn’t get to watch that spanking!
Once we were there I didn’t know what to do with myself, so I ended up standing just inside the doorway at first, until Jessica prompted me to action. “Hey, hand that brush over there while I get ready,” she said while pointing at a long handled brush hanging from the wall and sliding down her panties again.
I went over to the wall and eyed the long handled brush, so that’s what a bathbrush looks like. It was a dark stained wood that had clear varnish on it. It was hanging from a little string with the blonde colored bristles toward me. I took it off the nail it was hanging from and immediately felt how heavy it was. The wood must have been a very dense sort. I turned it over and over examining it and imagining what it would feel like on my bottom. It was obviously fairly old and well used as I noticed that on the handle and the flat part on the back actually had the varnish worn off! I’ve thought about that particular part a lot in recent years. I wish I would have asked how it happened, but I’m fairly sure that the only way the varnish would wear off on the back is from frequent spankings!
As I was busy examining the brush, in walked her mom, I turned around a little guiltily and was shocked to notice that Jessica had stripped off completely nude to just her panties! She was a looker too! Her boobs were perky and perfect compared to my little boobs. I had already seen her boobs in gym class at school, but I stared at them again as her mom came in and sat on the bed.
She guided her nearly nude daughter in front of her. “Hands on your head Jessica Ann,” she ordered and I watched as Jessica did as she was told instantly. It raised her already perky breasts slightly, and I could see she was blushing. But the worst was still to come for her as her mom reached over and slowly and deliberately turned her pink panties inside out as she slowly pulled them down, down, down to eventually rest at her feet!
Jessica kept looking over at me, and at first I thought it was because she was embarrassed. And I think she was embarrassed, but I realized that she was actually looking nervously at the brush I was still holding. I still enjoyed the view she was giving me of her naked hairy front and slightly bouncing boobs as she gently cried and flushed a scarlet red!
Then Joan pressed her hips between her legs, trapping her and reached for her hands. Joan was wearing this beige colored tight knit skirt and beige colored pantyhose, and a little frilly white apron she had been wearing to cook with. All I kept thinking about was Jessica was about to be across those pretty thighs, and completely nude! She took Jessica’s hands in hers and looked her in the eyes.
“Why are we here again, Jessica?” she asked looking at her sternly.
“Because I was late for curfew, ma’am.” Jessica seemed very contrite and sincere as she kept her head bowed and gave her muted reply.
“That’s right. And what do little girls who are late for their curfews get, Jessica Ann?” Joan asked.
“They… They get sore spanked bottoms.” Jessica was nearly in tears as she was held between her mom’s thighs.
“That’s right. That’s exactly what they get. And how hard should they be spanked Jessica Ann?”
Jessica seemed pretty hesitant to answer this particular question, even though the whole conversation seemed fairly rehearsed, like they had had it several times before in the past.
“They…. They should be spanked pretty hard I guess?” she finally answered hesitantly.
“Yes I think your right, Jessica,” Joan sighed and nodded her head in agreement as she let go of Jessica’s hands and wiped her own hands on her little apron and started to roll up the sleeves on her white blouse. “They should be spanked pretty hard,” she repeated almost to herself.
I have to admit, I was pretty nervous about the whole thing, even though I wasn’t getting spanked, Jessica was. Something about the whole process of her lecturing her daughter, almost completely nude and trapped between her legs, and wiping her hands on her apron, and then rolling up her sleeves like she was about to take on some laborious task, made me sweat and turned my insides out. My stomach was turning circles as I watched this whole event while I held the very brush that was about to light my crush’s bottom on fire! The room felt entirely too hot as I watched this whole thing. For the first time in my entire life, my panties were wet. That is so embarrassing to admit, but it’s true, I swear. Nothing at that point in my life had ever turned me on like witnessing that stressful moment had. Ever! I think you can see why it is an event I go over and over in my mind. It was just so pivotal, and stressful, and erotic that there was no doubt at all that it was a defining moment in deciding if spanking was going to be my number one fetish. Well, if there is any doubt, it is my number one fetish. There must be something wrong with me! I mean, why spankings? Of all goddamn things, I gotta choose spankings? Well, whatever. That’s what happened. My libido is fueled by spankings almost entirely. Lucky for me I got such an eyeful that day. But enough about me and my weird fetish…
End Part Two
Sugarbabe
Always LOVE LOVE your stories, C!
More, please.
Lilly
being all polite and everything
Christian
Perhaps we will have to have more "discussions" in the future, since
they seem to help so much.
Oh and er.. Thanks.
Christian (eager for another discussion. Perhaps about the benefits of
being sentenced to a bruised bottom say?)