Debbie's Discipline
Deb stood before her father, her eyes never once leaving the carpeted floor below. She was in trouble again, and being in trouble was bad enough because that always meant she was going to get a spanking. However, if she got in trouble for the same reason more than once within the same month, it meant not only a spanking, but a bare bottom spanking. Deb's father was very strict yet at the same time, extremely fair with her. Whenever Deb committed an offense, her father would give her what he called a "panty warming." That meant a good stinging spanking with her pants down or her skirt up. Her panties were all the protection afforded to her and you can believe me when I tell you that the thin material of those panties did not offer her poor little bottom any relief from her father's punishing hand. However, a simple panty warming was not what Deb was facing now. For her repeated naughty behavior, it was going to be a bare bottom spanking and bare bottom spankings were always given in two parts. The first part was a hand spanking that always left Debbie crying. Then came the worst part of her punishment; a bare bottom hairbrush spanking that made the young girl scream and cry and beg her Daddy to stop. Unfortunately for her, the spanking did not stop until her Daddy felt she had been properly disciplined and Daddy didn't ever seem to agree with Deb as to when that point had been reached.
Deb knew as she was misbehaving that she had recently been punished for it this month. She remembers her trip across her Dad's lap and how she had cried and promised to "never do it again." Never do it again lasted exactly nine days and now here she was, back in front of her father, soon to have her ability to sit down taken away from her.
Deb had recently turned 10 and she felt she knew more than her mother, so she had taken to arguing with her mom all the time. It got to the point where her mother could not ask her to do anything without Deb rolling her eyes and either not doing it, or making her mother wait until she was good and ready to comply. Deb's mother wasn't a good disciplinarian and Deb took full advantage of that fact, but Deb soon found out that while mommy didn't spank, mommy had no problem with her father carrying out the deed.
In the past, it was Daddy who decided when Deb needed a spanking and her mother would always put on a sympathetic face whenever Deb was being led away for a bottom heating. There is no way that she approved of such a thing, or so Deb thought, but when Deb kept on mouthing off to mom, she was surprised that her mother told her Daddy about it and then even suggested that he give her a spanking. So Deb was punished over the seat of her panties and she promised her Daddy she would never be disrespectful to her mother again. Yes, and she was able to keep that promise for a full nine days.
So her eyes found a nice spot on the carpet and she focused on it while her father walked over to the dresser and opened the top drawer and took out the hairbrush that had never been used on Deb's head. This was the hairbrush that was only used to blister her bummy and Deb felt her hands start to sweat and her heart start to thump around in her chest. She had a lump the size of a golf ball in her throat and her backside actually began to tingle, as she could already feel the warmth starting to engulf her tender bottom globes. When her father got the hairbrush, he sat down in her desk chair and she remained standing before him, face down looking at the carpet below.
"Debra Ann," her father began his lecture. "Didn't we just have this talk last week, about not being fresh to your mother?" her father rhetorically asked. "Yes Daddy, we did, but mommy made me mad and she said," "Deb, do not say another word!" her father, cutting her off in mid sentence demanded. "I've spoken to you about this before and you promised me we would not have to revisit this issue, but I can see that I cannot trust you when you promise me something." Those words really stung, every bit as much as the hairbrush would, and Deb began to cry. Her father, not the uncaring type, held her close and gave her a hug. "Debbie, you are a good girl. Don't ever think that you are not. However, your behavior, that was not good and that is what needs to change. It is the reason Daddy has to give you a spanking. Do you understand sweetie?" Deb could only nod her head, as she knew what she had to do next. So she slowly leaned forward and her father took her by the arm and turned her across his lap. She felt his fingers flip up her skirt and then those same fingers were in the waistband of her panties. "Daddy please!" Deb begged as she felt her panties begin to come down. Her father ignored the pleas and lowered the panties to mid thigh, exposing his daughter's backside to his eyes. Her bottom was firm and round and he knew in a few more years she would have the kind of backside that would turn heads. But for now, this backside was going to be made very red and sore and it was his hope she would finally stop all the fighting with her mother. Her Daddy was old fashioned and he believed that you should never argue with a parent, or if you have to, that you do it with words that are very carefully chosen. Failure to retain the proper respect would mean a spanking and Deb was now about to pay the price for the second time in nine days.
Deb felt her father's hand come to rest on her bare bottom. His hand rubbed and patted her seat as he continued to lecture her about how her word has to mean something and that when she makes a promise he expects her to keep it and that she owes her mother much more respect than she has been showing her lately. Her father then said the words that always meant lecture time was over and spanking time was now beginning, "Deb, I'm sorry that I have to do this, but you need a lesson from Daddy." And with those words, his hand landed on her backside. Deb tried not to yell but within the first few spanks she was sobbing. After a few more she began to yell with each spank. The sounds of her Dad's hand landing across her naughty bared behind were followed by her loud cries of, "OUCH!" and other such reactions a girl says while being punished. Her father spanked her 30 times, alternating cheek to cheek and finally he stopped for a moment. Deb's bottom was red now and she hoped against hope that maybe her father would take mercy on her and stop the spanking now. She knew that was just wishful thinking when her Daddy picked up the hairbrush and said, "Debra Ann, I do not want to ever hear that you've been naughty and fresh to your mother." Daddy did not wait for a reply from Deb, as he knew she was still crying and he did not expect her to be able to speak at that moment. Part two of the spanking commenced.
The hairbrush, big, and heavy and made of solid ebony exploded across Deb's bottom and the searing heat quickly spread across both butt cheeks. All Deb could do was scream loudly and the brush landed over and over again. Deb's mother, sitting in the kitchen could clearly hear her daughter crying and screaming and she knew, from personal experience that her husband was now using the hairbrush. Yes, mommy had felt the brush against her own backside, but that is fodder for another story later. Before too long Deb's rear end was crimson and her screams had been reduced to hard crying with some hiccups in-between. After 20 hard spanks to each butt cheek, Daddy set the brush aside and rubbed his daughters bottom. Deb cried over his lap for 10 full minutes as her father rubbed the heat from her scorched buttocks. When Deb was finally able to regain her composure, her Daddy stood her back up and then pulled her toward him and gave her a long hug. It would be many years before Deb would mouth off to her mother again, but by then, she knew enough to be waiting in her room with the hairbrush in hand for her father to get home.
THE END
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